it's neighborhood
not knighthood,

people and problems and life as it's lived
bring us charging to the fight
or the repair job
or the late night front porch

and when the dragon's slain
and the lights are fixed
and your soul has been unburdened,
no need to build our tale in metered verse,
or sing it to the world,
just idle beside us
kick the porch swing to motion
and sing your tale to me