At nine PM on New Year’s Day 2020, it’s quiet in my neighborhood.

Two earsplitting reports in quick succession rip the peace: POP-POP. A second or two of silence, then one more: POP.

I recall an old cartoon in which a man says, “False alarm, everyone! It’s just gun shots. For a moment I thought it was a car backfiring.”

I switch off my lights and window-peep into the unyielding darkness.

The incident is unresolved. The reality, however, is that what sounds like gunfire now probably is. That’s where we are where I live.

(c) 2020 JMN

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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