Nobody Here
The clock has stopped on 3:14
The VCR is flashing Twelve

A beaten path on threadbare carpet
Through a screen door to the porch

Untied sneakers find their way across
The lawn onto the road

A mile or two of needed silence
To a house that's on the right

The machine's light is blinking but
There's no message there
A knock on the front door but there's
Nobody here (but me)

The clock has stopped on 3:14