The conflict between
our neighbors’ complex
and ours
rears and gores, blusters and buffets
the frail white fence,
bulls down all indoor thought with outdoor noise:
the echoes of a publicly traded argument,
a heart’s dismay on public radio.
My own thoughts
run down by the stampede of sound
replaced by hardier weeds:
the wish to throw
the window open
and lance at them a shriek —
for a precious moment, darling strangers
who are neighbors
don’t speak.