You can best serve civilization by
being against what usually passes for it.
                                              -Wendell Berry

It’s the down hour again.

The city traffic comes central through itself.

The flat scrubby deconstruction acres–
once live maples grew on Maple Street. 
Now a central highway is the only live
position, the couples inside the houses
widening like the interstate.

Interstate between my here and there:
a trip, a bear, then evergreens.


Excavators widening the Kentucky of things.
Our used up hour began a couple pasts ago,
this center deconstruction.