You piss me off! someone yelled in the neighborhood, four in the morning, slamming house doors or car doors, right before or after, and now, three hours later, there are dead spiders in tangle webs, dead potted flowers near doorsteps, both due to summer heat overlapping with September, an airplane flies low, eyes the landing strip to the north, attempts to drown out Sunday morning crickets, did they stay up late, or get up early, who pissed who off, and how, and why, broken glass somewhere, in a driveway, on a sidewalk, on the edge of the street where cars sometimes park, and devil is there, with a straw broom, using a piece of cardboard as a dustpan.