I don’t understand the house that sits

Below mine, as smoke pours out of its

Roof and an old man in a tattered shirt

Sweeps dirt in pergatorian perpetuity.

Everything about the house is strange,

From its smell to its layout and language

Bouncing off weirdly placed walls. It is

A house from another planet, inhabited

By an alien people, and yet, somehow,

I am the stranger in this land, observing.

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