the angry neighbors the day after

i see my neighbors

on the front porch who i've known

for years.

they're

going through a stack

of travel

guides and maps.

books stating where the best

places are

on earth to relocate.

i give them a friendly

wave and say,

howdy neighbors,

top of the morning to you.

they give me the middle finger

and say go away

and don't ever talk to us again.

huh? i say.

hands on my hips. stunned by

this act of aggression

and anger.

does this mean we aren't going

Christmas caroling

together this year?

i guess i can't borrow

your weed Wacker either, right?