“Go back in the house.”
That’s all he said, without a backward glance.
A modern-day Faust
I watched him through the blinds.
You know how they talk among themselves.
Just loud enough to pique your interest,
Low enough that all the meaning quells
And leaves you straining at the keyhole.
We stood miserably by the wall.
Knowing only that we didn’t like this,
Wishing that we weren’t so small
And boxing with our shadows.
Title and first lines taken from Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird p. 131, 145, 157, 164