Neighbor’s
Yard
Is
A
Panoply
Of
Hard
Stones
And
Random
Bones
Of
Railroad
Ties.
The
Metamorphic
Rocks
Emerged
In
Some
Primeval
Time,
Only
To
Merge
Into
The
Fellow’s
Homely
Verge.
In
The
Barren,
Rocky
Bower,
Not
A
Weed,
No
Nascent
Seed,
Or
Flower
Grows,
And
What
It
Covers,
Possibly,
His
Two
Dead
Lovers,
No
One
Knows.