hearing the truck pull up,
the fire and rescue
truck of west
springfield
adorned in lights, flashing.
no siren, I peek
out the window to see
what's up.
young men wearing blue
plastic gloves
and dark t-shirts
are milling about.
it takes a while,
but then I see my neighbor's
date from
last night
being wheeled with
an oxygen mask on,
strapped onto
the white sheeted
stretcher.
he's wearing pajamas
and a pair of green slippers.
who wears pajamas
anymore on an overnight
date?
the slippers don't even
match.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
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