through the glass, a person jogs
fido’s leash dangling from the right wrist
a wadded Wal-Mart bag stuffed in the back pocket
a car stops; a girl emerges and skates her skirted hips
to an oak door with a brass knocker. the amber light
of a foyer slants its way to the night… a beam of sun
through a dusty room.
the door closes; the car leaves.
night falls with heaven’s pasture beyond the dome
of reach. the vacant,
quiet of the house echoing
the cost of journeys with lackluster endings
