2008/jackback

Jack’s back.
He must go out
for coffee, and bring
it back.
Around the corner
to the donut shop
for a glazed –
or two.
Jack’s lean and well
kept,
picking leaves
from his citrus
trees to show me.
It didn’t answer
the question
I had asked,
but I don’t care.
I’m just happy
to have a neighbor
to talk to over
the fence,
about the blooming
fruit trees in my
yard which I
can’t name,
though I know
they’re not
citrus.
We’ll wait and
see what they
put forth,
and when they’re
ripe I’ll carry
some around
to Jack’s front
door, in a bag –
or basket –
if I have one
by then.

4/10/08