Have a Nice Day

I know my neighbor by the sound of his car,

Six thirty every morning.

It rumbles like an angry ox,

Muffler not muffling.

With the light on in my garage,

The treadmill spinning under my feet,

For a brief moment,

I hear the sound,

He sees the light,

The barest of intersections,

The weakest hello.

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