If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn’t make your house look any better. – Lou Holtz
Fog blows
the horn in the morning. Seasonal segue.
Supposed to hit eighty-one degrees this afternoon.
Bekin’s moving van parked the length of my front yard.
New neighbors unpack into the house next door.
Little round man
wearing Bermuda shorts and thin black socks.
Little yappy beige dog on a short leash.
Wonder about folks who move here
when snowbirds flee.
Feels like the world continues to close in.
Worried microwave is listening.
Can’t just get rid of it.
That’s how we cook.
Thick tin foil turkey pan just the right size.
Thin black socks with Bermuda shorts.
That’s just crazy.