Three Line Lunch: Four Stoops

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 234

Four Stoops (Election Night Pico Rivera Precinct-Walk Impressions)

At my knock, little girl voice: “For my daddy?” Then boy: “Dad, some guy’s at the door.”
Caged cockatiel outside hops on perch as chihuahuas crash snarling against security door.
Bamboo windchimes knock knuckles. Next house: faux-bamboo ceramic windchimes clink.