I sat on the stoop in late afternoon light,
Listening to unseen freight trains and cars,
Watching dog walkers and kids on their bikes.
The low sun coaxed shadows out of shingles
And blades of grass, and sidewalk cracks.
There’s something enduringly appealing
About the ugliness of corrugated things
Made glowing wonderscapes in low-angled light.
I inhaled and scrutinized what the bland day
Of those probing solar waves had left for me,
My skin teased by a breeze, and me thinking,
I want nothing more out of this than this.
Well, this and a few lines of poetry.
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