Voyeur V

She opened the back door

onto a soft summer night.

Twilight.

A "Monet moment."

Lingering,

she took in the crisp night air.

She stood on the top step,

looking at the hovering 

treetops.

A male voice shouted,

"Go back inside!"

But she stayed.

Voyeur IV (c)

She came home from the hospital

and collapsed in a chair

under the cedar tree.

Her stalker coughed and

cleared his throat

while she

leaned back in her chair

and closed her eyes,

trying to forget 

that he was there.

Voyeur III (c)

Franklin

cut her grass that day

while the neighbor

stared,

walking by her yard

as if to inspect

the finished work.

Voyeur II (c)

Only his white sneakers

were visable from beneath her fence,

His body turned in her direction,

he is like an apparition,

appearing only to annoy

the beauty of the landscape.

His voice broke the solitude of

a quiet morning

as he told her,

"Your fence is broke..."     

Voyeur I (c)

Her lounge chair was parked

at the side of her house,

where she could catch the full

benefit of the sun's rays.

Her favorite halter top,

and a glass of ice tea

completed the scene

 for relaxing in the sun,

on a hot summer day.

Suddenly her concentration

was broken,

there was a presence.

Her neighbor was standing there,

just to chat, she assumed,

"Go away",

She screamed silently.  

Later, she went for a walk.

He appeared again, blocking her path.

She swung around,

"Don't do that!"

She shouted,

      Feeling violated.      

Neighbors (c)

They gossip mostly,

that old grey pair,

coming out to talk,

or just to stare.

Do they travel,

beyond, the confines of this place?

  

Do they dance, or love,

Do they know of grace?

Francis, Mary,

Mary, Francis,

the same, the same...

with them, things will remain 

the same...

  

Wondering

Perhaps it would have been better to refuse,

Or perhaps to peruse

the ice clinking in my drink,

giving me a little more time to think.