The house across the street is always sad
as though some dank unhappiness were built
into its walls and windows—something bad
exudes an air of clamminess and guilt.
That couple who arrived and entertained
a constant stream of guests, why did they go
their separate ways? I always have refrained
from asking but I’d really like to know?
I heard they were in debt, he lost his job,
and suddenly they quit the party scene.
Celebrities, attracted by a snob,
went elsewhere and you’d never know they’d been.
A widow bought the house and lives alone,
her sunless yard is wild and overgrown.