amphibi.us

The woman in the yard 
wished me a good mornin’
without the g.
I ran past all the big houses on the golf course
and all the women that looked young
until you got up close.
Ninety odd thousand lived here 
in this retirement city of sorts.
The people who had made their money
and now all they had to do 
was do nothing
and count trees and days
and wait.

© Marc Carver, 2012

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