Is a crazy place
Here on the hill
Overlooking
The ocean
There is no money for
A fence
Or lights -
Don't
Go there
At night
The military guy
Sleeps in the tool shed
And has to get up
At night
To scare away
The tweekers
Those are the folks
Who wander around
Downtown
After dark
Looking for things
To steal
To support the drug
Habit
Now in spring
- or winter actually-
Well, We've had two
Rain storms -
The native plants have
Erupted
In vibrant green
But
The mallow lot,
If you don't pull it out now
While its small
It's not coming out
At all
Her dog is small -
The cat and it
Play and chase
Through the bright
Green
One thing I love
About this place
Is -
it makes no sense
At all !
Million dollar lots
Downtown!
The owner, being wealthy,
Bought them
(Back in the day)
So her house on the hill
Could have its view
Of the ocean
Word is
She doesn't intend
To sell
Anytime soon
So I wonder
If I should plant kale
Or cabbage
For the gophers
We take old chairs
To sit and look at the ocean
No one wants to trap or kill
The varmints
The cat can only eat
So many
What to do
What to do
On a gorgeous afternoon
In January
We discuss . . .
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