It was unclear whether the boys saw him
When they heaved the rock
Into the muddy water
Timed just so that
The water splashed through the chain link fence
And onto his dry khaki pants
Their skin nut brown and their hair smooth black
One all curves and one all angles
Their eyes grew big
As they saw the rage gathering
On his heavy red face
The skinny one hid behind his cousin
As if behind a tree
Peeking his head around to watch
And both danced with light feet
Like pups
Ready to run if chased
It only took a second or two
For everyone to realize
The man was too old to jump the fence
And would stand only to lose his dignity
Trying and failing to catch the prancing boys
They expected, at the very least, a dressing down
That they could mimic later
In the safe shade of the crepe myrtles
But his earphones
Still playing a lengthy discussion of the aluminum tariff
Seemed to render him speechless
And then with his collie
Tugging on the leash
He had to settle for mustering
A Fearsome Glare
He stopped a few more times along the fence
To stare at his pants
And to fire off further Glares
But the boys were long gone
Laughing and chasing
And they passed right by