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!
Better now...everyone is back!
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