She was wearing that same sweatshirt
And her sweatpants
My dog brought her over and they did a dance
In my front yard on a Saturday evening
My not-too-well-known neighbor started talking
And in a moment she was seething
We’d never talked much, just said hello in passing
But this night it bordered on trespassing
She stood there and unloaded:
“My friend never smoked, never drank, never did drugs
He’s a workout buff, not a thug
Now he has cancer
How I am supposed to make sense of this stuff?”
She said, “I don’t trust doctors
All this money poured into research
But sickness and death go on like an endless dirge
We might as well smoke and drink
Indulge in any and every thing”
She threw up her arms
My dog and I stood there, in some state of alarm
My neighbor doesn’t know I’m the doctor treating her friend
She doesn’t realize it’s all so delicate
In much the same way my heat broke last winter
The salesman had installed a faulty unit
In the cold that night, me and my family nearly splintered
My neighbor doesn’t know that I know that salesman was hired by her
And I didn’t know it was one of her greatest regrets hiring him
That man was also an embezzler
She and her company were left in great debt
Even outside of medicine there is cancer
I don’t have all the answers
Many things are still a mystery
I watched my neighbor walk back across the street
During our conversation I hadn’t said a thing
Who was listening
New sweatpants were delivered to my neighbor’s house
On her front porch was that old employee looking down and out, barely clothed
Asking for a job, saying he no longer had a home
I couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold
My neighbor let that man in, out of the cold
He left an hour later with new sweats – from a company run by a man with prostate cancer
At work on Monday that man’s cancer was gone
I thought about my dog rolling around in the lawn
So many mysteries
My dog doesn’t try to figure them out
Maybe it’s a lesson for my neighbor and me
As we behold these specious complexities

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