Get Quiet

I watch as the party rages on across the way.

It’s now officially after midnight,

and no one’s phoned the cops.

Have I reached that age

where I’m the neighborhood codger

who has to do the deed?

I have no megaphone,

but I do have an old Mr. Microphone.

If I still had a radio I’d turn it up to 10.

Then they’d be hearing something from me.

Oh, there’s no battery, it’s a dead microphone anyway.

And this is a very live pandemic party.

They must be breaking numbers restrictions.

Probably no masks.

I never wish people ill health or, heaven forbid, worse.

I notice someone’s car is parked a foot into my driveway.

I listen to the noise, the inconsideration, wonder about wishes.

3 Comments

  1. Party in a low rise apartment parking lot on my residential, high density city neighbourhood during the 4th lockdown in 13 months last night.

    We’ll be in this for a loooooooong time. Not sure what to tell my teenagers, any teenagers who are following protocols and seriously struggling. 😥

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    1. I know pandemic fatigue is real, but there is nothing more real than death. We all have to hang on for a while, or it will get worse again. Praying for all of us.

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