she might be dead

I suspect
that the lady down the street,
four doors
down
from me, may have passed on
to the next life.
or perhaps
ran out of energy
or ink
with which to post a note
on my door
telling me not to put
my trash out
early.
I haven't seen her
blue car
in weeks, the one with
the coexist bumper sticker.
i've seen burly workmen
with white
shirts and bald heads
coming and going
from her house.
I can't say that I miss her,
but I wish her all
the best wherever she might
be and not
burdened by
the likes of my early trash
and me.