my neighbor…

 

fragrant whiffs of music
from his yard sale saxophone
caught a breeze
and sailed across the field
to call me one last time
before he heads back
for final conversations
with family and friends
afraid of being alone
when his voice
is the only one
to be heard
now he says
he’s got no children
something the first wife said to them
made them feel unwelcomed
even when the welcome mat was out
so now he’s tired of trying
to have conversations
when no one’s listening
better to just pack up
and head home
before
more
snow
comes

17 thoughts on “my neighbor…

  1. amazing and touching charles. your poems always make me wonder about the versatility of their topic and your expertise in handling them.

    loved the undercurrent of hope in last few lines.

  2. something so sad about this, especially

    he’s got no children
    something the first wife said to them
    made them feel unwelcomed
    even when the welcome mat was out

    loved the saxophone in it, set the tone right away

  3. Hi RS .. gosh isn’t that true .. how our words hurt .. repair is more difficult to say the least. I love the picture and the phrase ‘fragrant whiffs of music’ ..

    I listened to you reading the poem .. and it was something I must do in future .. thanks for posting both .. Hilary

  4. Uncanny timing on this one… watched the movie Bird last night. Your poem like the movie makes me consider the hidden, not so pleasant, life that may inspire an artist.

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