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