hey you're that guy from across the street

hey, you're that guy
from the building across the street,
the one with barking dogs and red rags
billowing on clotheslines.
I'm glad I'm not in charge of laundry.
You whistle as you work, a dog
at each side, I wonder at your
happiness.
that building, does it smell of wet dog,
bleach, dog food, or your warmed-up
lunch - I love curried chicken, too.
hey, you're that guy I see everyday
when I ride up to my building where
we direct satellites where to fly or mull
over micrometeoroids while drinking
bad coffee.
Let's talk sometime, I'll share my lunch
if you'll share yours.