I don't know anyone anymore. It's late.
We have been driving a long while
And, but for infrequent cars and vans
Passing down soft highway lanes,
Nothing has moved for miles.
Over slopes opening on either side of the turnpike,
Autumnal yellow has evened out meadow and sky.
Everything we see is the same.
Dry light seeps into dust and remains dry.
What has become of your children?
Though the sere trees have waned,
We have not yet seen any leaves fall.
They hang still.
I thought of wind,
But the yellow lakes doze, placid as a coat of paint.
Naturally the fences are not shaken.
We should get out.
We need more than ourselves.
I can't remember your sister's name.
Usually there are many blue flowers this time of year-
Roadside asters. We have not seen any.
All the sumac has turned honey-colored.
Yellow. Null sunlit yellow. Yellow.
Nothing will ever change.