We were warned about spiders, and the
and the occasional famine.
We drove downtown to see our
neighbors. None of them were home.
We nestled in yards the municipality had
reminisced about other, different places—
but were they? Hadn’t we known it all
In vineyards where the bee’s hymn
drowns the monotony,
we slept for peace, joining in the great
He came up to me.
It was all as it had been,
except for the weight of the present,
that scuttled the pact we made with
In truth there was no cause for rejoicing,
nor need to turn around, either.
We were lost just by standing,
listening to the hum of the wires overhead.