Richard stopped our car partway
up our drive and did he
ever have a puzzled look:
whye's my wife just standing there,
exiled and outside? I pointed in reply
to the wires running overhead,
wires that, usually, we never notice,
and motioned to their juncture with our house
where a little fire had started.
"Wires that, Usually, We Never Notice,"
Booth: Vol. 2
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol2/iss1/2