the neighborhood kids
are turning against me.
Tonight, thunder
to the north
over Lake Erie.
All signs seem ominous,
a flash of lightning,
death of sunflowers.
There are arguments,
a disconnect, an
over-saturation.
These rain barrels
overflow in a downpour,
puddle on our lawn.
I sent the kids home
an hour ago sensing a
fistfight, a summer storm.
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