Off the Main Road
An evening-instant, when bats fly and a flute
tunes its night music; a bass-line like crane-
thrumming from the flats. Listen to the drain
of daylight, so far from traffic and brute
commerce. Today’s already shoved down the chute;
in tomorrow’s news it’s Yesterday. How sane
the bullfrogs sound, booming under my raised pane,
the bedroom window wide to what won’t live mute.
The radio alarm shatters that. The word Must
takes over. Coffee, briefcase, and you’re out
the front door, leaving your tire-trail of dust
and that rising but invisible cloud of doubt
that follows you out to the main road, the stark
asphalt you drive until a new night’s dark.
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