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The expected
1. The Expected
The sky looks afflicted; a sallow, hairless
skull where rain worries
itself to exhaustion and falls. The clouds
are old codgers, belts cinched, bent
at the spine -- wheezing --
they lean to shadow the town.
These bowed streetlights like crooked fingers,
their tendons too tight to point or
their skin doesn't fit, drool
electric wax into the snow.
By this glow we trudge through brittle
eyelid cold even dogs won't brave and
convince ourselves home . . . or at least
a front door and mail slot.
From under hedges, cats growing thumbs
whine the wind to a tight riled quiver.
The county's only radio tower has snapped
its bolts near the tip, is transmitting
nothing but coughs.
Winter has lost its footing, stumbles off
blind into accident. All westbound outroads
2. swallow their signs, choking on place-names . . .
The expected has finally gone wrong.
Ken Babstock