Keeping Our Porch Like a War Zone
Our porch looks like a warzone.
We keep it this way intentionally.
Not only do people not feel welcome,
But it is rare when a person will venture to our front door,
Fearing what might crawl out at them.
Grabbing them by their legs as they stumble through the debris.
To get to our broken doorbell, which does not alert us to their presence.
Haunted houses have more company than we do.
We look at each other and smile as a car stops,
But does not stay
Amazon package apparently.
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