The Neighborhood

My neighborhood is a land of

Bassinets, tricycles, school buses, and walkers

Each of us goes about his daily rounds

To school, work, on weekdays

United by a common fish fry on Friday

And off to church on Sunday

Often an old timer can be found

Sitting upon a stoop engrossed in storytelling

As this evening’s sun sets waiting

For tomorrow’s to rise

Bartholomew Barker, this week, asks us to use the word Neighbor.

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