The moat around the town house is full of brackish water
strange big predatory fish seeking legs and feet
don't fall in and be their feed
The moat cuts off the world separating the house
A foreign entity strange etiquette hidden wealth
Past storms damaged it's awning edges
A bushy spiny tropical hedge
with small sweet fruits just out of reach
pedestrians try and fail to climb it
The moat awaits just behind it
Humidity leaks and leaps onto those sidewalk steps
the passerby makes, pondering the depths
Wondering about the inhabitants of the house itself
reaching for the small fruits only to recieve a thorn
or seeking shelter from the tropical storms
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