James Thomas Hazard
This is still the dark, quiet end of town
Songbirds sing in the meadows till sundown
Coyotes come down the old logging road
Howling at something distant, pale and old
Water in the gutters flows to the sea
Taking cut grass and dandelion seed
Fire ants swarm and leave only feathers
Owls swoop at night and feast at their leisure
My end of the street was laid at a tilt
That is the way these neighborhoods were built
Stone Canyon has a fallen symmetry
Which is perfect for a cemetery