mid afternoon, the sun is out. The street is silent, the young school boys are at the park.

The crows are walking up and down the street checking out the puddles from last night's rain.

The neighbor's porta potty is gone but still the high school boys arrive to snatch a quick cigarette and a few loud jokes.

I watch through my front window. Do I want to go outside and notice them. they leave before I decide.

There is always tomorrow.