A world's disappearing
Little street
You were too narrow
Too much in the shade already
You had only one dog
One lone child
You hid your biggest mirror
Your undressed lovers
Someone carted them off
In an open truck
They were still naked, travelling
On their sofa
Over a darkening plain
Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska
With a storm brewing
The woman opening a red umbrella
In the truck. The boy
And the dog running after them
As if after a rooster
With its head chopped off