Charmed

I am charmed by the fat councilman who stands in his above-ground pool
With his penned-in Pointer watching
From the window.
His pressure-treated porch, his pink plastic flamingos.
He must have married recently.
The yard was never decorated before.
Just a dog cage in the back corner with a wrinkled blue tarp over it.
Now he has a pool, and a path of white gravel,
And stones painted cadmium yellow placed on the green slope,
Pots of geraniums and mums, an octagonal picnic table,
And colorful plastic chairs facing the lake.