(while driving to Green wood through rural South Carolina)
White sandy drives edged in brown
disappearing into piney woods
leading to a hidden house.
Houses acres apart
surrounded by expansive grass
bordered neatly by fences.
Both shielded shelters
in their way.
Big fancy ones or
little neglected little ones
framed, yet uninviting.
I can imagine a smart TV
in each of them;
I can imagine a rifle
or three in most of them.
No row houses,
no stacked apartments,
no neighbor upon neighbor
with a driveway for a side yard --
what luxury
and yet,
isolated, in permanent retreat,
these are the homes of my human
sisters and brothers.
Did your eyes grow smaller
to see only your reflection
as mine grew larger
to encompass strangers?
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