Neighborhood
Again the neighbor was walking
down the ruby street
his dog that is his shadow
hung by a leash and barely there
a retriever mix of some sort
black fur feathering in the breeze
Oak leaves unfolding like small
palms revealing a bevy of gifts
Dead squirrel in the dog’s mouth
chest puffed
ears alert
prance of a job well done
The neighbor was nodding
his head ear-phoned and jawing
eyes remote checking off
something altogether different