Out of Work
Out! Out of work –
The workers leave their folds
Into the spacious chaos of
a Texas evening
Bittersweet at the turn of another day
Breathe the blueing sky
its aroma cold
a nocturne of feral cats
slinks in the thicket
Quiet sky, host
to the legions
of an aching beyond
wheeling on and on and on
My car starts with a shudder