As far as the post conciliatory
Is concerned- It's been delagated to those just pulling out of Suffragette City
For those just entering the foyer, the bulb's been flickering for days. No mention of of attorney fees
At this juncture of the proceedings, Moonlighting
As high tragedy on the
Road to illusion, More a dull
Sideshow of sunny Saturdays
And blue Tuesdays.

And its all waiting just up the road of Monday morning,
While I numerate this dull
Reunion, Watching the ambulance light swirl
In the mix of Sunday night
Turning seedier by the moment. And the police cruiser's slow to respond,
And the parametics leave
Empty handed as another Sunday night comes to a close
And we run the race we know we're losing. And most
Times it's just eternity nipping at our heels.
Guess I've got to check out,
But not tonight. Meanwhile
I have a lamb stew burbling
In the ***. And there's
Wreckage on the highway,
Debris in the field.
And the first siren wails
In a place you do not hear.
And a rustic barn looms
In a dream of dusk,
As bluebird rise with the sun,
And the siren fades
To the distance.