i see my neighbors
loading
up the car.
they have signs and spray
paint,
bolt cutters,
and smoke bombs.
i wave to them.
hey.
what's up.
oh nothing, it's so nice
out we're heading
down to the white house
to protest
today.
oh, really what for?
umm.
she asks her husband,
as he carries out
what looks like a pup tent.
honey, what are
we protesting for today?
umm, he says.
i'm not sure.
but we're ready.
you're welcome to come
with us,
we have plenty of masks
and those
checkerboard
scarves to wear.
we just love this time of
year,
the falling leaves,
the cool crispness and
everything.
we're stopping at the coffee
shop
for pumpkin lattes.
come on.
come with us.
umm. i would, but i have
stuff to do.
this is the day i normally
iron my socks.
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