suburban stillness screams
along broad green lawns and
crosses leafy streets of Spring
in floating daydreams
as crewcut boys on sturdy red bikes
clang and ring tin bells
deliver today’s news
onto each front porch
with a strong heave and pitch,
screen doors crash
as fractured glass flies
towards front yard grass,
yapping pups nip,
bite and gulp
cool sweet air,
chase rolling fleet
tucked up feet
as the glass-breaker’s
heart pounds loud
to escape real fast
down this steep street,
far up the next block
a newborn drum
beckons him home
as it beats and beats.
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