Child in the Street

“Your little boy was chasing the ball into the street. 

He could have gotten hit,”

I said, wearing hard eyes 

And making no attempt to hide my anger.

Smiling a good neighbor smile,

Adam heard my complaint.

I didn’t reciprocate.

Too busy enjoying my righteousness.

I suppose he thought his seven year old,

Who was hitting the ball, 

Would control the five year old,

Or is that too generous?

If I were the older child, 

My focus would have been on the ball.

If a car ran it over 

That ball would be flattened.

Adam, after thanking me,

Scurried to the park and his sons.

I imagine the bigger boy got a severe reprimand.

I wont expect a dinner invitation this week.