Germantown Garden Club

Nothing says “Welcome” like a garden gate. It beckons me to come inside and wonder among the rusted refrigerator and broken old chair and sofa blooming in the evening sun.
The aroma confirms that indeed a big dog does dwell beyond the gate. Mingled with the fragrant perfume of trash, the air is a drug to me and it burns my eyes. The tears that blur my vision can not wash away my desire to see inside. I will myself to walk away, but stand here longing to know what is beyond.
All that is forbidden holds the sweetest fruit. I considered the fate I might know if I dared a peek. What hides my eyes I my never know. I walked away only to glance behind, and see what it is that will haunt my dreams.
Go away, far away.