Z

He was proud of his Jewish features, and broad shoulders
that were more often than not-covered in plaid.
He lived at the end of the block.
He drove his Taurus out of his suburban-shrubbery-sprawl
Mondays-Fridays.
The well-kept, shiny Taurus returned to the blacktopped driveway
a little after 5pm
of which after,
Z would leave the garage door open,
turn on 105.3 fm classic rock
and water his front yard shrubberies
and think about politics.
Sometimes
he would then proceed to turn off the garden hose,
close the garage door,
turn off the radio,
and walk into the house side-door.
He'd mix himself some kind of drink
and take it to the back deck
to sip
while talking politics on the phone to his lady.