.....

A strained barrier skirts the town
   the circumference of a wound
                                      wavering.
    My neighbor wears a frazzled grin, under the
                                                                      compost
       things that don't need names are stirring.
Appointments fall past the limit of sound.
    Every creed and every belief is embarrassed.
        From the parking crowd,
             a woman breaks off and scythes into a paybooth
                                               for time transportation.
     The same blue heron
           across the pond from the plaza's fence
             taking off over and over.