As Theories Go
On their street of middle-class homes with
more than their share of backyard pools
despite living in a region with but few
months of the year conducive to that
manner of luxury, they stand out. Where
the vast majority of home-owners take
justifiable pride in their ownership of such
fine homes the condition of theirs marks
them as slovens. Fastidious in caring for
their smooth, green lawns and shrubbery
the appearance of their almost-upscale
homes, the wretched appearance of a
house whose outer aspect resembles an
abandoned domicile where weeds have
long crowded out grass and the property
fences have long since collapsed, the
attitude toward these people on the part
of their neighbours resembles resentment.
Some homes over the years have been
burglarized, it's true. Think: is that not
supremely clever? Who would want to
break into a house that appears abandoned
with nothing of any value to be taken?
Brilliant! Oh, right, forgot. Their home
once long ago had been burglarized in
bright daylight. They long since installed
a security system serviced by a reputable
security company. It was only a theory.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Labels:
Poetry
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