A bucolic scene out my window

A boy stooping
to scribble
in the still damp
float smooth
sidewalk repair
out front.

I prepare a
GET THE FUCK
OUT OF MY
MOTHERFUCKING
WET CEMENT
YOU IDIOT
remark,
pause to reconsider
(That’s a remark
some bitter
half crazed
half drunk
old man rains
down on
unsuspecting
children
from a broken
down second story
haunted house window)
and
with the bellowing
voice of Abraham
let the remark fly
on the breeze.

The lad beats
feet on one of
them new fangled
scooter gizmos
and
I smile
crookedly
another
cold beer
cradled in
my hand.

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