First came the laughter,

the giggles.

The kids in hysterics

Clutching their stomachs in an endless laugh,

a hopeless attempt to cease it.

As the man stared,

inside to out.

Fuck!
Obscenities and a dejected sigh...

The wooden fence...

dismantled.

Clearly,

from foot colliding with plank.

A loud crunch and crack...

His wooden fence.

Repairs and fees.

Texts and calls.

Parents and police.

Looking up at the street light that reflected onto the kids...

the sons,

The daughters.

The man stared.

The fence was ugly,

Nothing he couldn’t fix.

Scrap it.

Let the kids be.