When Nothing Happens

Helicopter buzzing like a dragonfly
but nothing really happened…
the phone didn’t ring.
Some crow keeps cawing
and the wheels of a bus whirl by,
the chink and clatter of the
thin, capiz chimes, chime.
Elsewhere, the comings and goings
are coming and going,
but here,
The moon is red.
It is so close
to the center of
our shadow,
but nothing
really happens.
The neighbor wheels his
garbage can back to
the trailer and then,
the serpentine belt of his
alternator whirs, and he
drives away.
The moon


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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