Neighborhood Disturbance | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter
Who knew
it would come to this?
Certainly not you
nor the birds twittering in the tree.
Or the squirrel
fidgeting by the flowerpot —
or the rain
in the rainbow —
no, not even me.
Not even I could have guessed
the things confessed by others
carried on the gossip of a breeze.
But we just sat there,
quiet as leaves —
listening
when the disturbance
suddenly ceased.
Everyone was waiting
on everyone else
to see who might call
the police.…