August 15, 2014


At first we noticed
how quiet it is,
how everyone eventually
goes away. 
Then we saw 
we couldn't leave;
when we couldn't
get out of
our front yard,
it looked like
we would stay.  

There's a crew
to cut the grass,
more guests arriving
every day.  Sprinklers
go on and off by themselves,
no one ever 
has much to say.

We've never regretted
coming here, though
we're not sure
why we came.
Except for the fact
we can't leave,
everything else seems 
just the same.