At the end of Main Street
At
the end of Main Street
a
pair of tracks separate those who begin and end
their days under a sooty sky, and those whose money
is
laundered. Above the tracks, a new constellation,
made of lamps. Joined dot-to-dot,
it
signifies the dark animal
who sleeps apart from whatever shady business
transacts itself behind solemn storefronts at midnight.