Margaret

Sir? Are you tending that fire?
I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.
The sprinklers don’t water the borrowed view
anymore; though some nights, there are lights on
inside the house. Meanwhile, my husband and I
continue our lives; he sometimes grills on our porch,
the flame apparently visible from the house,
that house, now haunted by her roses.

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