thanks be to the red dog who barked a warning
thanks to the hail of footfalls down the driveway
the man vaulting over the fence (flash of white hood and the red dog)
to the back fence, up and over
thanks to the policeman in blue who almost had him
breathing hard in the back yard
thanks be to the helicopter, circling
the sirens up and down the street
thanks to the warm bed, round pool of light
paper, the pen
3 comments:
Oh my god, You would have to remind me that you live in Oakland.
Be careful.
I'm always careful. :-)
No, something just about like it happened in Dunsmuir. My aunt who lives in the Vancouver area complains about crime all the time too, so don't worry about your son any more than you have to. ;-)
I don't worry so much anymore. He a very careful man. I was more concerned about you.
It dosen't really matter where you live, does it? It's more about people who find opportunities to take what they want (or need) from others. Again: It's the struggle of the haves and the have-nots. Maybe these have-nots are the weeds in the cracked concrete of your poem.
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