Pale Noon

from number b

Standing by 
Mailbox down by the road 
Still life 
No one is coming 
Lamp light buzz 
Some creatures calling 
Cable lines 
Hung up the fog to dry 

Fourteen twenty-seven to fourteen twent-two 
This street is a good stretch, the trees can escort you 

Pop bottle boulevard 
And ornamental rock 
Thrown and scattered 
It's a garbage collage