Just Under

about amy’s house: you couldn’t miss it

lavendar with dark purple trim.

if you are from here, you know the one i mean.

amy sold it as-was and as it has stayed

up to now, when the new owners (i’m guessing) saved enough to scrape the purple down to bare wood

and painted it a gray quiet as a cipher,

unless you know to fill in amy,

working in the garden, or sitting by her koi pond

cursing the woodchuck who eats her tomatoes.

of course you’d know her laugh, and there’s that,

from a scrounged plastic chair,

her teeth breaking the skin of a purple bean that underneath is green,

and still alive.