It's Too Quiet in Here

Carolyn Guinzio

A sparrow mistook

a light for the light

of day. A contractor

penciled Transitional

Space on the plans.

A woman parked

next to the airport

and stood on top

of her truck.

In an empty office,

a fax inched out

of the printer.

The wind knocked

over a metal bucket.

Spirals at the end

of a vending

machine turned

to let down the chips.

Everyone in the sub-

way pitched right.

A blue crayon melted

on the welcome mat.

The timer for the timed

test went off. A pilot

light went out. Every-

one on the bus pitched

left. A shade slapped

open, untouched, and dust

flew up into the sun.