the disgusting night
door opens across the hall
or the window, perhaps, left pushed up an inch
and then the lunatic across the path
and you’re worried about his beagle
the dog too loud for its skin
the flattened is-it-a-squirrel
next to the green lidded bin
mercy a watch running down all etched in glass
and worth half a million
an enormous bear in the childhood yard
by a rock by a stream in a shed
this is uncalled-for i know.
let it end here.