Spying - Sept. 18, 2026

from my kitchen window

there are gaps in the mango tree,

perfect for spying as I notice

eyes scout out the house

sizing up who must live there

a giant mesquite tree hovers above them

box of umbrellaed poems sits on a rock

Tranquillo whispers from a wall

in summer, mystery fruit hangs heavy

from green-fingered leaves

palm trees clutter the view of sky

shade is deep and plentiful

I would stare at my house too

if I passed it, fascinated by

the creature who lives there

unaware someone is staring back,

writing a poem about me

and my open mouth