Each house a panel
In a suburban triptych
Linked by wire fencing
Each house a panel
In a suburban triptych
Linked by wire fencing
Sometimes my progress
Is more apparent to me
Than to the writer
Electricity
Though useful doesn’t help me
Wind the seth thomas
Easy finding warmth
When we find each other and
The cold disappears
Our story opens
It’s about other people
But we’re in there too
There’s something about
Entering the near future
That seems familiar
If you seek power
Without being wired for good
Who will pull the plug
In grover’s corners
Muppets in a helpful mood
Cheer on emily
She thought news happened
To unknown people elsewhere
A near tragedy
She knew what it was
To be small and forgotten
And cheered anyway