The racket next door
drove her indoors,
But, he found it
oddly comforting,
A concert of
sawing, pounding and
Screech of nails
pulled from wet wood.
He remembered his father
making similar music,
And knew, had he been present,
he would have found
Some excuse to visit
the young man next door,
And offer to make it
a duet.
Bluster & Absurdity 