lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

The Voice of Authority

Meanwhile…

My neighbor’s young son toddles across the yard instead of getting into the car as ordered. My neighbor counts to three in his big, booming voice, resonant with authority. “Don’t make me have to punish you.”

Don’t make me do it.

Don’t make me.

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