no bombs falling, yet

there's no

water

in the entire neighborhood.

some plumbing

issue

that's gone unexplained

by

the men in the six trucks

with flashing lights.

there's a crowd

out in the cul de sac

getting restless

and angry.

i have to use the toilet

i hear one

woman say,

i should never have eaten

all those oysters.

a man whines about not

having water

for his scotch.

no ice either.

it's a terrible mood

out there.

what are we going to do,

someone asks,

if we can't bathe in

the morning. if we can't

brush our teeth or wash

our hair.

i look up into the sky,

and say

at least there are no

bombs falling. yet.