Calm of Summer

Mow the lawns.
Check the mail.
A flash of light,
The calm's exhale.

A roar puts forth
Our bundled fears,
Tangled throats
And hissing ears.

Who among us
Is the One 
To not be trusted?
On the run,

Lurking, listening
While he smiles
With clement tears
Of crocodile.

It’s Marty Logan
Or Nancy Finch,
Hector Babbit,
Sally Kinsch.

We’re frightened rabbits
Since we found proof
You’re keeping something
Under your roof.

We’re coming for you.
Your time has come.
We'll drag your danger
Out in the sun.

Soon we'll catch you.
To hide's no use.
Our fears have made you
The Golden Goose.

7/21/20
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