What’s Missing? NOT Meaning In Vacant Garage Door Open, Staged Metaphorically Oceanside Hills Above Stanford

[Plotted in noggin
while I prepared
Shabbes dinner
for us in town.]

42nd year family
home living in
a foresty cabin
end cul-de-sac

mortgaged bit before
$ilicon Valley~1/20th
cost now; fear can’t
buy nearer 90 miles.

Marvelously have
raised children
could breathe
cleaner air

as well as for me
during all those
hard-worker
decades

out in our world
ability to come
back, take off
suit and tie

put on pajamas
plus then relax
in an absolute
sanctuary

…perhaps after
strolling deep
in adjacent
wild oaks.

Though we know
some neighbors
who range from
same college to

MD colleagues by
normal standards
are (blahdy rich)
individualists

–cardiac surgeon’s
maybe rugged—
basically wanna
be left alone.

Bottomline: mine’s
only joint on street
oy no electric gate
no lawn or pool.

Theoretically when
new block occupant
partner ‘n Gerardo
welcome ‘em with

fresh-picked berry pie
as they show off high
techy mansion makes
my place look pioneer

means like Gold Rush
days’ “rustic” sense.
In actuality half of
well-intentioned

get-togethers materialize.
Current mover-inners
canceled last night
‘cause of COVID

Rebound, which seems
pretty nuanced excuse;
Sarnato hisself got it
going on 5 weeks.*

Only one couple here
In ‘83 remains. Most
don’t leave ‘til die…
with their boots on.

*California’s COVID positivity rate is now just shy of record high from the past 12 months, Bay Area News Group, 7.12.24