Neighbor

His words

scald the souls

of

the poor wife-

the only son-

the mother in law-

strangely,

he neighbors us well-

honey and sugar

he is

to those living close by-

he keeps our keys when we are away-

in times of need he’s by your side always-

he has earned the sobriquet,

gentlest of men-

all rough edges smoothen,

thorns spell petals,

when it’s a neighbor-

otherwise

the tooth and nail; the knife and stone

are kept intact

for home usage-

should I love this “crooked neighbor”

with my “crooked heart”?

 

Quoted words are from Auden’s poem, ‘As I Walked Out One Evening’

 

 

Posted for my prompt ~ Neighbors @ Poets United Midweek Motif