People Next Door
By: Luis Macias

Freezing like the cold wind.
happy as a baby smile.
My neighbors change their moods
as they decided.

Should I talk to them?
I wonder as a a student answer a test question.
Should I say hi?
I’m dying as I’m losing patience.

Their home is like a mystery box,
full of surprises that confuse our selves
when they ask us to join their coffee break,
coffee that is black as an old shelf.