The neighbors

across the street

are building a house

made entirely

from cinder blocks.

 

The workers arrive

promptly at 6 AM,

and soon the air

is filled with

the cacophony

of hammers and drills.

 

A Great Dane lopes

around the perimeters,

staring through the

chain-link fence

with an expression of

prolonged anxiety.

 

I guess this is what

they mean when

they talk about a

neighborhood renaissance.