Shady Lane
Posted: 31 May 2018, 20:27
Darkness slips
through rows of corn
onto a street
of small vinyl houses.
On the horizon
lights from the quarry,
warm dusty rose.
The night shift is deep
in ganister rock.
Dayworkers are home,
scrubbed clean
with green Lava
and watching TV.
A man in white boxers
steps onto his porch,
leans to the dark
like a factory watchman
and the sound of a mouse.
The air lingers hot,
windows are open.
His neighbors, after drinking
all day, argue about ice.
Mosquitos bore into
his shoulders and calves.
He steps back inside,
a gps bracelet
tight round his ankle.
through rows of corn
onto a street
of small vinyl houses.
On the horizon
lights from the quarry,
warm dusty rose.
The night shift is deep
in ganister rock.
Dayworkers are home,
scrubbed clean
with green Lava
and watching TV.
A man in white boxers
steps onto his porch,
leans to the dark
like a factory watchman
and the sound of a mouse.
The air lingers hot,
windows are open.
His neighbors, after drinking
all day, argue about ice.
Mosquitos bore into
his shoulders and calves.
He steps back inside,
a gps bracelet
tight round his ankle.