Speck in the lens
crack in the crosshairs
fly in the glass
wait for the white of the walk sign
signature on the dotted line
Parallel lines of electrical wires
held up by creosote soaked crosses
music runs like dashed yellow lines
on a long level road down
With 20 feet of headlight beam
to see the road ahead
Aliens seen were just satellites and planes
Looking up at the sky
a million miles from the last time
you came here
the sand is the color of steel
the moonlight broken and pushed
together again on the surface
of the saltwater waves
selling sleep and waiting
Speak in present tense
wind up and wrap yourself
into the damp blanket
morning comes whether
you want it or not
and the day ends
without answer
Observant as a rock hit by starlight
and as effective
as affected.