what a poet gets paid

upon encountering each other,
neighbor bob and i say at the same slow time
here comes trouble
in stereo as we step in to hug
_______
what a poet gets paid? i ask trish
holding up the peanut butter cups
and, upon approval, dropping them into my tote bag
_______
thick with moonlessness
the night has me fumbling
to find the path
_______
how some nights are light the candle nights
not switch on a lightbulb nights
and tonight
is one of the former and i like
thinking about the flame flicker as seen
from the outside
by someone walking past

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