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The days are stitched
 with small vignettes 
 like the neighbor in the pool league
 who swears this season’s sweeter. A baby down the block
 battles bedtime like a tiny sun warrior,
 eyes wide, fists curled,
 refusing sleep while daylight charges on. Someone else just learned to drive!
 now cruises proudly in a Nissan Altima,
 windows down, turning lessons
 into freedom. Two neighbors tend to their wild kingdom
 of luffa vines 
green ladders climbing the fence,
 in the cucumber family! And the young man who hung
 seventy-three American flags
 to celebrate new citizenship,
 his wife’s hands resting on the quiet spring
 growing in her belly. Above us, a tired satellite
 spins its final, faithful circles,
 a slow farewell across the night sky. Someone’s fireplace breathes
 the same fragrant logs every evening,
 curling smoke like a signature. This spring, thirteen graduates
 stepped into the world, 
their footsteps still echoing. Go lions! And somewhere in all this,
 a tiny new hamster
 scurries into sunlight. 
a neighborhood alive. so alive.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
Observations!
The days are stitched
 with small vignettes 
 like the neighbor in the pool league
 who swears this season’s sweeter. A baby down the block
 battles bedtime like a tiny sun warrior,
 eyes wide, fists curled,
 refusing sleep while daylight charges on. Someone else just learned to drive!
 now cruises proudly in a Nissan Altima,
 windows down, turning lessons
 into freedom. Two neighbors tend to their wild kingdom
 of luffa vines 
green ladders climbing the fence,
 in the cucumber family! And the young man who hung
 seventy-three American flags
 to celebrate new citizenship,
 his wife’s hands resting on the quiet spring
 growing in her belly. Above us, a tired satellite
 spins its final, faithful circles,
 a slow farewell across the night sky. Someone’s fireplace breathes
 the same fragrant logs every evening,
 curling smoke like a signature. This spring, thirteen graduates
 stepped into the world, 
their footsteps still echoing. Go lions! And somewhere in all this,
 a tiny new hamster
 scurries into sunlight. 
a neighborhood alive. so alive.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
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