My neighbor, 87, rings the doorbell to inquire
on the off chance that I may have seen her cut-out shears
that disappeared 10 years prior,
with a little red paint on their pole,
or on the other hand the iron turkey bank and the porcelain
espresso mug that vanished a while back
at the point when her companion, now dead, called the police
to break in to check whether she were sick, and have we
experienced difficulty with our telephone line, hers
is dead and her auto and driver's permit
are missing however she can drive splendidly
indeed, just memory issues, and her child
is coming today to take her up
to Sheboygan, where she was conceived
also, where the family has its entombment parts,
to look out for helped living space, and she
simply needed to state we'd been great neighbors
all these what number of? a long time, and how fortunate
I am to have discovered such a pleasant man
what's more, would she be able to get a screwdriver,
the entryway bolt to her home is stuck.