is having
a cookout on the corner.
the board
members are all present
with clipboards
on their laps.
they've gathered
like a gaggle of geese
in a circle.
a hibachi is going,
their plastic lawn chairs
are spread open.
i see cakes and pies.
potato salads.
they have drinks,
they have music,
they stare me down
as i drive by.
some are hissing,
shaking their heads.
pointing at me.
i wave just the same.
but once more
i didn't get the invite.
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