Downstairs Neighbor
The day promises a scorching heat
grackles call out
the bird feeder is empty!
Fidgety squirrel squats on the gutter
peers down
on the lookout for three menacing dogs
who love the chase
a tipped lantern recalls last night's
gathering of friends around a fire pit
roasting marshmallows
melting chocolate on graham crackers
silent flowering cacti
embrace a mean sun
and the new season that will anchor them
to the rocky Texan soil
And there she sat
on a patio chair
crawling deeper
everyday into a grieving well
poor economics
bad job
constantly
stuffed up head
"I can't fuckin' smell"
she yelled across the yard
Is it worse than the cancer?
Her morning was night and night
The day
An owl
A hungry panther
pouncing upon the hint
of a hopeful call
and maybe just maybe
a different diagnosis
We heard
We prayed
And she roared
Despair and disappointment
The massive cedars
towering pecan
the heavy branched elms
could not muffle her wail and cry
for a job
for some hope
or just the simple aroma of
brewing coffee
for acceptance
Listen my sweet to the flutter of wings
Do you hear the fledglings begging for food
chirp chirp chirp
They can muffle the sound of a
terminal ticking clock
Ah look, the backyard gate is open
in comes yet another wave
of untouchable heat about
to settle with endurance
for another morbid day
into your now empty patio seat.
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