Tonight, an original. Put this poem in your pocket!
A poem for Madison on a late night before a storm
To the people sitting on the step outside Boonie’s
At 11:00 at night
With your baby in a stroller
Yelling down the street as if he’s lost his mother and
Keeping us all awake:
Please shut up.
Or go inside.
I could hear the tree frogs before your drama started.
And if your child doesn’t stop
I’m calling the police.