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 —

when the disturbance
suddenly ceased.

Everyone was waiting
on everyone else

to see who might call
the police.

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