-the great commotion of September 7, 2020-

what’s all the commotion?

It’s all on the outside.

inside it’s me and Gabriel Fauré.

certainly no commotion here.

I’ll go to the window to begin
a visual investigation.

It’s early September

and the weather is pleasant.

the commotion is coming

from beyond the two-family

across the side yard to the north,

whose owners still cling to natural

wood shingles, god bless 'em.

It’s not clear who or what 

is causing the commotion, but

now there’s a barking dog

adding to the racket. but wait.

the barking is coming from

beyond the beige, vinyl clad three-

family across the street to the west,

and it seems my only course of action

is to wait it out until the commotion subsides,

which is now attacking the peace of my residence,

the tranquility I've established for my final station

in life on two fronts, but christ. –– poor Fauré !