Adirondacks

I sit on the dock

And watch the woman across the canal,

who's just claimed one of her newly purchased colorful Adirondack impostors,

placed on the stone terrace, recently finished,

around a fire pit

rarely used

in this Florida heat.

I toast her beer with my wine

across the canal

and compliment her on the work so nicely finished.

She claims, a few things still left to do,

I counter, nice to be done enough to enjoy.

She smiles behind glasses with friendly banter.

I return to my book and chilled glass of wine.

And her small beige dog stands still

to pee on a fresh patch of sod.

(c) 2017Iris B. Struller