Lawrence Hall Mhall46184@aol.com Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Good Neighbors Make Good Fences
As Robert Frost did not say
I’d like to know
What pocket knife he carries for his daily chores The pen with which he writes his shopping lists The poetry he reads when out of doors And how he really feels about September mists
But beyond all that, I want no knowledge of His first marriage, the price of his new car Which direction he faces when making love The distance from here to the second nearest star
Because
A more important distance is that between friends Slightly obscure through a diffuser lens