I can't tell the difference between
The cars and the sea
Both are so distant from this
Makeshift bench near a domestic wasteland
Pervasive wind sounds like a line of
Ladies in waiting
Arriving from the east
And a million other birds I can't identify
Are chatting in the west
No doubt planning their next sockhop
My blood is humming in my feet
To the sound of crickets
And the midnight gloom
Is all too bright.