time moved at a glacial pace.
they packed up their sorrows
and placed them in the trunk of the station wagon
because they were boring.
they stopped for coffee and
the sign outside ace hardware
advertised a need for self-improvement,
and everything was left over
from a time when everything was a metaphor.
they drove back home down route 22
where four deer lay napping on the 15th street off ramp.
when the rains came, they turned on the windshield wipers
and i don’t know where all the moments went
our experiments in napping didn’t work out
and science has a term for the way things change
when you try and explain them.