Poem: My Neighborhood

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Bright autumn sunlight
all is quiet outside my window
dead leaves in a pile
the bags are all full
it will take some time
until I see dead grass again

No one walks alone
in the morning
always in pairs 
they greet each other
cheerfully and with smiles
Solidarity in numbers

Wreaths adorn windows
fifteen foot Santa 
in the neighbor's front yard
with his hand raised up
in a gesture of welcome
his reindeer don't mind

Lights from Diwali past
double up as holiday cheer
as the weeks fly by
and hurtle quickly to
the end of a tumultuous year.

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