My family disintegrated
with Beethoven in the background.
We had Mozart in the morning,
but in the twilight we could hear it coming:

256 Maple Lane is the thirty-seventh house on my list, and I swear, less than fifteen minutes ago, I didn’t think I was going to make it here. This neighborhood makes me feel like a Frankenstein doll mis-shelved in the Barbie dream world section.

Great is the moon
The ocean its loyal servant
creating and destroying
in the same wave