out the front window
I watch a young father or uncle
run in and out around parked cars
across the street and back
playing with a kid
teaching him to run in and out
around parked cars
the young man hops in a car and takes off
and the boy runs in and out around parked cars
with another kid
then they run up the sidewalk my way
— I’ll yell out the window
but they turn back too soon
and I don’t want to walk down the street
and make a fuss
but now if the kid gets hit, it’ll be my fault
but if he doesn’t, I’ll stay worried
— even if I warned him and he ignored me
then got hit, I’d feel terrible
think I’ll sit at the back window
and watch the clouds roll along
over the apple tree