Sit on the porch

You notice many things

The sound of children playing

And the smell of fresh-cut grass

Across the street

A man flattening cement 

A drink right behind him

A Coke in a Koozie 

He reaches back, works finished

The roar of engines and the barking of a dog

White fur streaks down the sidewalk.

His headphones blaring Metallica

Splashing, sploshing, and slapping of the wet cement

Coke spits through the air 

The beast ruins his work

Screams of Profanity

Chasing the vile quadruped

out of the formerly freshly flattened cement

A porch is an interesting place 

Where things can happen that you don’t see every day

Especially in this world