For November's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem  Curbs by J.K. Halligan.  It is taken from his collection The Belfast of the North

The Belfast of the North (2005)

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Curbs trimmed lawns to their sizes
And held the boundary of the road,
Exposing to certain roses
Grass with enough water and shade.
In passing, the neighbours’ sneezes
Helloed or did not. They showed

Expressions of some discomfort
At the wind on their flesh.
A companion would whine and start
To protest at a short leash,
Yearning again for the sport
Of his peers, not the water-dish.

The mailbox kept its own counsel
And a hydro device hummed on
The sidewalk; stained wood and insul-
Brick slipped out of fashion,
While an oak continued to swell
Under the curb beside the lawn.

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