Everything was empty today
but in a good way.

The air was still, the sun was warm
Some loose ends resolved,
and nobody horrified me.

At least not in person.

And, and, and

I think somebody stole my dog’s chicken last night

I left it out, and yes, I know about the bones, please don’t lecture, but it was

raw

and it disappeared.

He was haunting me all day about dinner.

I think somebody stole

my dog’s chicken.

Jumped the fence

and then just took it back

to the family stewpot.

Well, okay. I’m good with that.

If somebody needed my dog’s chicken that badly

they are welcome to it.

Like when they stole my swamp cooler

that was broken, also over all the locked gates of the four foot chain link fence

and lost the electrical cord in the process.

If you need it that bad, and it’s in my yard, I’m good with your

stealing it.

Because what is this ownership thing about, anyway?

Shouldn’t we be asking more questions about it?

What gives me the right to own

this little fraction of an acre, with its aching houses?

What gives me the right to refuse to allow

transients to come in and pitch tents, and lend their skills to preserving this fragile enterprise?

What gives anybody the right to assume

that such people would be useless?