Street
After the streetlights flicker our again. Their voices, across fences, over walls, whispers, conspiratorial. They’re talking about you. Lingering in groups in the street, staring into your dark yard, at windows, blinds half drawn, flashlights, candles, lanterns lit, just beyond your sight. They know what’s happening, they all know, it’s a conspiracy. Thumb the safety back, raise, aim, silent, soft, like a prayer. Love thy neighbor.