Eleven O’Clock


Electric trains rock by on streaks


Of moonlight.  A chorded interchange


is heard between a mother and a baby


Bird, and across squared miles of quiet


City, two dogs speak grandly to each


Other.  What is it so imperative to say


That takes all of a small


White dog, passionate and focused,


Responding from hydrangea-purple lawn


to her staccato questioner? What does he answer?