10.14.2014

they're at the wrong house, right?

A fire truck and ambulance on our street
Two stretchers being wheeled away
On our lawn and the neighbors', paramedics marched off
Smoke billowed out hot and grey

A grim-faced policeman talks to my dad
Who's having trouble saying a word
He puts a hand on his shoulder, and asks him again
But they're too far away to be heard

A knot of people have gathered now
Curious as to what happened today
So am I, as I run up the street
I sure hope the neighbors are ok.

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