I felt lift
the lifting handle move
of a crouch car door grab.
Like I was the tactility-enhanced model
of a spatially normalized dark-explorer.
A voice perked up,
glad for not forgetting the coffee;
Its little ears vanish.
Tag: grey
It’s a Concert
In the deep woods,
A few fences down,
Country music plays.
Behind Your House
In the easement (let’s say)
a bicycle wheel is rusting into a splintered utility pole,
as (just for fun) a pile of green glass encroaches
upon (why not) crumbling concrete.