Prest Village
Stay on my

Block is just an ordinary
Thing sometimes we
Have our quite times


Then some days neighbors
Play loud music




Very loud
Old school mostly
I could


Hear it from
My room; and its high up
Looking


Out





My






Window
There’s a basketball rim





Trucks




I can hear the
Dogs

Braking



From my backyard
Fresh cut grass


In front




And






Back
Big trees everywhere
From a stormy day



Branches






Falling




Even






Leafs
Birds and squirrels

Flying, climbing
On the trees.