the mayor of the court
with his war
wound limp
and purple heart
from nam
likes to post himself
on his porch
to have a better view
of the trash going
out early,
or the double parked
cars, or dogs
without leashes.
he's quick to yell
out instructions when
shoveling snow
from your walk, or
trimming that tree.
at night he wears a
coal miner's hat, with
a light so that he can
take even more notes
of disobeying
tenants, and to better
see. you wish
him no harm, but
laryngitis, or that
someone find him
a hobby, or to please
give him a thick summer
book to read.
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