JD DeHart
It has rained all day
again and the neighbors
are getting restless
Last year, they aimed
fireworks at the other
houses
They arrive in caravans,
nomads in their own homes,
coming in and going out
at strange hours
Their headlights flash
across my wall when I
cannot find sleep
Now, there is fresh cut grass
being washed down the road
and they are nowhere to see.
Previously published at Poems and Poetry Blog.