by Roland King
A simple wave to a neighbor
|I raised my hand in salutation
to the man on the grass.
Wearing black pants, black t-shirt and white
plastic sunglasses, my newest neighbor with a quiet disposition had
ventured out to landscape
with an old-fashioned rotary pushing mower.
I, in my shorts, found the pants the most disconcerting
detail considering the 102 degree heat baking us
My neighbor raised their hand as well and all at once
The return of my salutations sent chills down to my toes.
The palm of his hand fell away and flapped in the wind like
a leaf hanging to a branch. The tentacle
instead showing where bare muscle should have been.
My neighbor simply smiled oblivious to the gaffe in his disguise.
I turned and walked into the house locking the door behind me.
I realized my life had turned upside down simply
from a wave.