There’s a Piano in the Bronx River with Roses on It

A found poem composed of the subject lines from new threads sent to me each morning by the Nextdoor app.

How is it acceptable
Is nothing sacred in Yonkers
Devastating news
Optimum horror
No more potatoes soon?
Bee eating dead beetle
Our adorable mini golden doodle
Condition of a neighbor’s yard
How do I get these to stop the excessive defecation???
Does anyone know what animal poop this is?
Bird jungle
Missing squirrels
A very dark afternoon
BE AWARE BE PREPARED!! LOCK YOUR…
Get indoors ASAP! Tristate weather upd…
Bucks in the backyard
In the sky tonight
Broken heart
Injured skunk
Teen