when
you moved into a new neighborhood
people would
cook
big trays of food,
or carry over things
in a large bowls
to welcome you.
maybe a tray of brownies,
or a sheet
cake with the words
welcome
written on top of the smooth
icing.
the wife and husband
would
knock at the door
holding a pot roast
and a bouquet
of flowers. maybe a dog
on a leash,
happy and wagging
it's tail.
he's harmless they'd say,
as the dog licked your
leg.
i'm still waiting
fifteen years later. instead
i get a note pinned to the door
saying how i
put the trash out too early
in the day.
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