Uneventful afternoons,
spent watching the chiggers
Fall between fissures in the pavement;
Spent watching Queen Ann’s lace
On parade, adorned in their
delicate, white pauldrons.
The raucous groans
Of old industrial times
pervade the arid breaths of Summer
This dulcet downtime ,
Hardly worth mentioning
Or writing about at length.
Hours turn on their heads,
At the Sue Sue Station,
Where locomotion
Seems all but a local, fleeting mythos.