A house on Belleview Avenue sits behind a fence,
the street is busy and very loud, hence the fence makes a great deal of sense.
It is not the house itself you notice, most of it is hidden,
but sitting on the columns out along the street
sit two concrete gargoyles
you would not deem as sweet.
They are hunched. Their big feet curled. They hold their ugly heads in hands.
But every single holiday they are all dolled up
with ribbons and colorful clothes and jolly good cheer.
And I honk as I pass on my way to work, like an old friend greeting old friends.