nine in the morning
i open the front door and dip
my bare
leg out into the cold
trying to determine
whether it's going to be
a walk today, or a bike
ride. getting a measure
of the wind.
and then i see my
neighbor becky
the mayor of the court,
walking
by with her hundred
year old dog.
she stops and stares at me
getting a full look.
i shrug, and say, sorry,
just checking the weather.
she screams and gets her
phone out to call someone.
there's a man here flashing
me in his underwear. but
she keeps looking. staring.
it's been a while for
becky, i can tell, as she stumbles
home in tears.
dragging the dog behind her.
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