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0 Comments | Aug 10, 2014

Thursday

The light blue convertible Mustang

with the bondo on the left rear fender

speeds through the stop sign

at the corner of Elm and Baker

and nothing much happens

as a result.

 

There comes no shriek

of rubber on asphalt.

No exploding bicycle parts

or flailing bloodied bodies.

Nothing at all but Mrs. Dickey

clicking her tongue disapprovingly

as she sits and rocks on her porch.

 

The sales executive takes a long lunch

to go and buy spaghetti sauce and Milk Bones

at the Kroger a few blocks from his office.

He forgets the coupons

his wife gave him

and has to pay full price.

 

This causes a wry look later

tonight, but nothing either of them

feels is worth fighting over.

So he gives the dog a Milk Bone,

she cooks the spaghetti,

and together, as they wait

for the water to boil, they gaze

out the front window, where

Mrs. Dickey sees them,

smiles, waves,

and goes on with her rocking.

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