Cordon Sanitaire

Two
tiles
stuck on
my gutter
over the frontdoor –
no problem for a good roofer.
In winter there's a waterfall,
sometimes icicles.
I like that.
Postmen
less
so.

Ring
the
doorbell
if you dare.
The rain protects me,
it puts off my fair-weather friends.
I'm a bit anti-social, a practical joker
safe in my cordon sanitaire.
Don't worry, I rang
the roofer.
Drop
by.