Fairlee - Matt Pond PA

Under the overpass

Way out in fairlee they were saying

I’m convinced

The city has its cards

A fuel-less fire will always fade

Keep your hands warm

Lock all the shutters when the wind returns

Brought with it are convictions considered arguable

It turns

In time

Reflects

Your eyes

Beyond the critical

Beyond the highway is not safe

Cars move slow

Against a backdrop fades

An insulated formless shape

Falling snow builds

There is a bare light that could catch your eyes

Had the whole place on its feet rethink what is valuable

It turns

In turn

Reflects

The light

In a derailment

Article claiming

That you’re not fit

And you don’t have

Names not worth naming

At that is something

Right in the center

You see yourself and you don’t know

At least you got mentioned