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