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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 2, June 2017

Charlotte Mandel
West Caldwell, New Jersey, USA

My Neighborhood

Kerchiefs tied around their heads, two small old women with long-handled brooms are bending over their asphalt driveway. One terrified of the other, her voice scarcely above a whisper, the other battling for her delusions, shouting complaints about their neighbor next door.

“He throws these things over onto me!” She’s talking about the neighbor’s maple tree dangling yellow flower-fringes which shower and scatter onto the ground in early spring. No way to direct the wind, but she blames him for littering her land, and rants to any passerby as back and forth she sweeps.

A young man in a reversed-bill baseball cap comes out of the house next door. He goes straight to the red car parked at the curb, a rocket-nosed low-end sports model, and zooms off.

windblown seeds
chase a thrumming
hot engine



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