My Neighbor’s Dog
My neighbor’s dog
barks at the mailman
My neighbor’s dog
barks at the Instacart man
My neighbor’s dog
barks at the Amazon man
My neighbor’s dog
barks at me
when I bring over
a box
that the Amazon man
delivered to me
mistakenly
My neighbor’s dog
barks at the
refrigerator repair man
My neighbor’s dog
barks again
at the Instacart man
who has returned
with fresh milk
to replace the milk
that had spoiled
in my neighbor’s
broken refrigerator
My neighbor’s dog
barks at the
Jehovah’s Witnesses
going door to door
selling salvation
My neighbor’s dog
barks at the kid
who mows
my neighbors’ lawn
My neighbor’s dog
no longer barks at
my neighbor’s wife’s
lover
© Patrick Trombly
Patrick Trombly published three poems in college, back in 1989-1990. That was before laptops and internet. Each was about the intersections among humanity, God and the afterlife, and nature. He has not published poetry since – due to a combination of study and work, and then study and work and family. But he has observed. And he has pondered. Three decades later, he has, and also writes about, time.
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