Fox Manor

The hedges are a little overgrown,
The lawn could use a trim, before my Spike
Is shorter than the grass.  The telephone
Keeps falling off the hook, which I dislike.
The windows are stuck shut, and no a/c
Makes life a little hot, but I survive;
The cracked front porch is cool enough for me,
And close to work, so I don't have to drive.
I know someday I'll leave to find my dreams,
And Spike will be a memory long gone,
As you've quite suddenly become, it seems.
Still, when I find my own sweet Avalon,
	I'll think upon this hallowed place, and you,
	And know that, briefly, I owned Eden, too.

8/7/96