kept secret, … shhhhh … quiet do not repeat this … especially because it would not be approved of
Not this time.
Google or Bing driving rapidly through the neighborhood,
Camera perched high on the car roof.
Snapping pictures of streets and homes.
No one cares.
Grandmas sipping lemonade under umbrellas in their light cotton robes,
Willing to represent neighborhoods on the internet.
Wave to Google on wheels.
Creeps along the abandoned street,
Fifteen miles an hour
Rounds the corner.
Lemonade littering the gutter cleared from view,
Children obscured behind air-conditioned walls
Windows smeared and speckled with dog nose prints
Cool inside rolling wordless pale green exterior
Passenger slumped toward the window,
Face obscured, hidden behind the camera lens,
Feigning interest, where none exists.
Seeking drama, not fluff
Alert to the quiet that lurked beyond the corner,
Drawn irresistibly towards the
house influenced by
Frank Lloyd Wright, his secrets buried with lives already erased
Life oozing from protective plants,
Oven-temperature air weighing down tree limbs,
Heavy with dust,
Behind the camera ,
Behind the glass,
Behind the camera,
SNEEZE squeezed into a tiny squeak.
Prius creeping in electric silence past the target home,
Recording the house,
Mid-century spaces for intrigue,
Time elapsed storing secrets within clean lines,
Looking for what was not there.
Envisioning lives that did not exist,
Except in the author’s mind.
Visual fuel for Girls on Fire,
Stolen surreptitiously from the unsuspecting home owners.
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