as silliness passed into gloominess
I don’t laugh much anymore
I’ve seen it all before
it just isn’t there
the bright morning sunshine
now obtuse shadows of darkness
the peace yet uneasiness of silence
cracking and groaning of old house
with ancient communiqués
none of which are noteworthy
glowing of lights in the distance
small lights in the kitchen
refrigerator humming and cracking
a softly ticking clock
counting the time passed, the time remaining
supersonic
a radio from somewhere
murmuring not understood
car passing, water splashing
from moon filled puddles
little moons scattered about
the steamy old road
