Crisp cool night air in through the screen,
Sounds carry in with fresh wafts of air -
The neighbor's rental's kids swing and cry.
Loud and high.
Now and then a crash! a scream,
Thinking maybe the moms and dads - drunk on the kitchen floor.
Go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
So maybe this - is -
Summer's loud raucous lullaby.
Raw Bar, Boat House - you ain't got squat on this rowdy crew.
The remaining days of summer grow few.
--is that phew?
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