The
house next door
was
lifeless until yesterday when I saw
a
family of raccoons. The old man and his
skinny
dog who lived there before-- left
without
closing the front door and no one
has
seen them since. A fellow across the
street
who wears thick glasses swears he
saw
the old man in the Walmart Parking
Lot
on Main Street the rainy night the door
was
left wide open. He was singing loudly
pushing
a cart filled with cases of dog food.
The
paper boy says he’s owed five months
delivery
and the mail lady says she can’t put
any
more mail in the box and oh, by the way,
someone
should return the checks sent the
old
man from Social Security.
–
by T.D. Richards
From
T.D. Richards:
“After a career in corrections, Tom Richards began taking poetry
classes at the Indiana Writers Center. In 2013, he published a
collection of poems, This
Side and That.
He lives in central Indiana with his wife.”