carrying
two black garbage bags down
the path,
i nod
as he passes, he nods
back.
i turn around and see him
set the bags
down.
he walks away. saying nothing.
i want to know
what's in the bags,
why here at the end
of the path,
near the stream,
why not set
them on the curb for monday
pickup.
strange. indeed.
i go on.
preferring mystery instead
of drama
and what i might find,
and see.
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