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