Slow curve

Black bend

Evening hour of light reflected on the wet road 

The day’s paradigm shifts, faces facing in a direction home

Onward lift along a buzzing path

Shuttled in radio boom

Deep breath

Chomp of an apple

Mind the rules of the road

Make no connection just get home

To the hearth

To dirty kitchens

To undone things

To the mess and to

The loves of your lives