Six months ago
an old black couple
moved into an old brick house
on a block of old white people.
A dither erupted over the fences
as neighbors realized there was
nothing they could do now.
So the white folks did nothing
but the black folks did something.
They barbecued on Sundays
in their back yard after church.
Gossip reported they preferred
ribs by the slab but no report
could be made on the side dishes.
Even with binoculars peering
through rickety blinds, old eyes
couldn’t determine the side dishes.
They are a dappled people now.
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