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.