Car phone chirps
diatonic fanfare –
passing from digital
to analog land –
sliding from shadows
of ETA’s, PDA’s,
cubicled towers
and power lunches,
highways stacked
like layer cakes,
flashing numbers,
beeping alarms,
LCD, LED,
the double-square
changing configuration
by the second,
or the fraction
thereof –

to the green,
first the median,
then the hills,
wind farms waving goodbye,
regimented exits exchanged
for two lanes of yellow-striped ribbon
going straight on till morning,
people smiling for no other reason
than to be friendly,
stopping at a sign you haven’t seen
fifty times before,
for a cup of coffee and a piece of pie,
baked on premises,
moving on to where all the numbers are rounded,
the clocks have faces, and no second hands,
and whenever you get there is okay,
because they’ll leave the light on
and the door unlocked.

11/26/2001

Posted on 11/26/2001
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