Two days after the Independent
Published my complaint about barking dogs,
The barking in my neighborhood skidded to a halt.
To be sure, not completely. Once a day, or every other day,
There would be a bark or two.
But they sounded a new note, now brief and apologetic:
Sorry, neighbor, but I’ve just got to get this off my chest.
Could it be just a change in the weather?
It was colder; perhaps windows were closing out the noise.
But, no, with warm weather, still the same: the barking chaos was over.
Thank you, my neighbors, and thank you, Independent.
What should I try next? The Independent taking over the News-Press?
The government taking over banks?
Or going whole hog: world peace?
There is a balm in Gilead that makes the spirit whole.