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