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Oh Neighbor

Mid- summer Nights Melancholy by Michael Sowa
Mid- summer Nights Melancholy
by Michael Sowa

you think i don’t see you

– but i do

peering out your window

with that hangdog expression

expecting me to feel

sorry for you- to share everything

i have but you give nothing

in return – not contrite when my

bowl is found empty, a hint of

cat food on your breath

groveling for attention

tail wagging shamelessly

have you no pride, no dignity

oh canine, my neighbor,

my friend

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Ending It

it seemed a good idea – put it in writing

and now the letter was held gingerly

in her quivering hands

sitting across from the mailbox

trying to imagine being elsewhere

in a tea shop or trying on shoes

she could get up, walk away

tuck the missive in an old book or

inside the jacket of a vinyl record album

she could run to the nearest trash

can and drop it there –

or she could open the

mail slot

and end the



(word list – idea, sitting, book, hands, letter, mailbox, shop, records, way, walk, run, elsewhere)

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I took what she had to give –

this old mother covered with a

worn black shawl

The hand that held the

bottle was gnarled

like an ancient tree branch

– a simple potion of bark and ashes

She promised that one sip would

cause love to flow – passion to

burn like fire

I did not sip

I’ll leave future

to fate