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My father never appreciated friendly neighbors neighbors who greet you, (a near stranger) with the excited enthusiasm usually reserved for a rich uncle or a brother long thought dead My father believed in keeping the proper distance owed to someone you would never know if you didn’t move next door to them A wave was an intrusion but accepted as unavoidable First names were discouraged Nicknames stung like arrows But worst of all were borrowers Neighbors who mistook proximity for friendship and believed that friendship created a community ownership of tools and gadgets My father was no socialist What was his was hard-work earned And not for borrowing by strangers who lived next door But, there was no saying no to Gil When Gil moved next door, Other friendly neighbors became like foreign tourists occasionally waving hello but ignored because they didn’t speak the language - they couldn’t because Gil had already used all the neighborly words Gil imagined a friendship Deep and mutual He had a nickname for my father and discussed his garden tools with glowing admiration He felt no shame in using whatever he had a need for and returning things whenever he got around to it or, not at all But inside old Dad was brewing A storm of indignation A quickly emptying shed echoed his discontent Where rake and hoe and hedge trimmer once hung Were empty hooks that taunted Their accusations ringing louder in my father’s head until he broke through Gil's neighborly facade with one brutal accounting of what was owed him And Gil, for his part, moved away He’d been through this before Neighbors who’d seen his name on billboards and magazine inserts Printed on plastic of every color Neighbors who thought him an easy touch Always looking for something for nothing He’d find another neighborhood where people were friendlier, a street where neighbors shared gladly A place where everyone wasn’t looking For something from G. Raymond. 68 Lines The Daily Poem July 25, 2020 Prompt: Assume this name/credit card issue really does have an impact on G. Raymond, whether good or bad. Write either the lament of G. Raymond, or the exaltation of G. Raymond. Your choice. |