Saturday, November 24, 2012


All of my neighbors are missing.
One is visiting New York State…
Others have left their vacation homes,
Rentals left empty to renovate.

I walk with Otis, alone in the dark,
Among owls and wild wolf dogs…
The only sounds, the howling wind,
And storm tides tossing up logs.

Their absence makes no difference,
I’m helpless in this bad dream…
The artists would be preoccupied,
Others too deaf, to hear me scream.

Better now...everyone is back!

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