Consider the Neighbors   Consider the neighbors just up the road, right under the power lines and around the bend by the cross for that kid, got loaded one night and missed the turn. By the sound you’d think it was a farmstead — feral dogs, indignant geese, asthmatic chickens roaming the graveyard of rustbucket cars, log piles, tumbledown outbuildings — a rest home for timeworn pickups moldering back into the earth, some plastic toys, a mossy boat, a ragged MAGA banner in the dwindling light filtered through a prison of oaks, a US flag left to the weather too long — pink and pale and what must have been blue.     © Michael Fleming Dummerston, Vermont June 2023