the neighbors
they were gone
I was bringing a spare bed
tucked in a small box
a neighborly gift
I waited at the door
then shoveled moose shit
around their yard
and when the owner
arrived he was angry
but for those dreamlike
reasons that make sense
only while alseep
concern, he voiced
my old dog might add
to the moose droppings
and I promised
to shovel any piles
like a good neighbor
then I realized
I had been there before
to that house
talking with neighbors
who exist only in my dreams
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