It´s mostly dark and neighbours gather on lamplit veranders.
Warm breezes move through like outsiders passing by.
From the sidewalk you can see what people are watching on their t.v´s.
If you press your ear against the walls you can hear what they are thinking.
Big three story triangular houses each one begging me to visit.
Friendly chatter reaches out and invites you to join afterdinner coffee or a latenight lager session.
Each illuminated porch beckoning.
Like an endless summer night open and warm.
Revealing hospitality´s nocturnal form.
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