The Dark Woods

They are still there, the dark woods from the dream,
While everything they symbolize is gone,
While the wireless speakers unwind their tidy theme,
And the tiki torches stutter on the lawn,
While the dishwasher rattles dishes left in the sink,
And the dog worries his tiny rubber man,
And the blinking clocks aren’t certain what to think,
And the fruit fly circles back to where it began,
And the interest keeps the credit cards awake,
Collecting in a server states apart,
And the siren cries out for a stranger’s sake,
And the smartphone mutes its obsolescent heart,
While the box fan turns a bedroomful of breath,
And the network brings the software up to date,
And the skim milk dies a timely, painless death,
And the woods, the woods you’ve dreamed about, they wait.

 

Originally published in Linebreak.

Matthew Buckley Smith

Matthew Buckley Smith

Matthew Buckley Smith is the author of Dirge for an Imaginary World (Able Muse 2012). His poems have appeared in AGNIBeloit Poetry JournalPoetry NorthwestThreepenny Review, and Best American Poetry. He lives in North Carolina with his wife and daughters.
Matthew Buckley Smith

Author: Matthew Buckley Smith

Matthew Buckley Smith is the author of Dirge for an Imaginary World (Able Muse 2012). His poems have appeared in AGNIBeloit Poetry JournalPoetry NorthwestThreepenny Review, and Best American Poetry. He lives in North Carolina with his wife and daughters.