The gym was closed

Today we got all ready to work out, then the call came that the gym was without power.  We decided to walk the neighborhood instead, despite the coffee and newspaper allure.  I spent yesterday convincing clients to exercise.  Right.  So we took a walk to Turner Pond, past the corner house with the pear trees, past the house of the woman-who-would-be-mayor.  We put in two miles, then returned home at about the time our workout would have ended.  A morning walk.  Definitely different from the evening variety.

Today was a full survey

Of the neighborhood.

The gym had no power

So we stayed home

And walked

Instead,

Realized the trees on the corner lot

Are pear,

Not apple,

A fact not noted in our usual

Evening walks.

The morning light illuminated

The yellow fruit.

We passed the not-so-green lawn

of the woman

Who aims to run the village.

She finally dumped the black jockey

From her porch.

Now her house

Is politically neutral.

When she runs for mayor

We will probably still

Not vote for her.

The gym was closed

So we walked instead,

Took a morning survey

Of the neighborhood.

Now we wonder about the pears,

Not apples,

On the corner lot.

Now we wonder

Whether the woman will ever

Run for mayor.