Traffic Report from Hamptons Beach

Walk along the narrow path.

East of Hamptons Beach.

Sheriff's lights on the road

ahead.

Foreign body in the

bush.

Why do you stand and

gawk?

Have you not seen the

moon?

Quite a commotion

out here tonight.

Neighbors quite confused.

They say things like that

never happen here.

Angel fish,

electric blue,

fell from the sky

last night.

That must have

been a strange sight,

but they cooked it

by moonlight.

Another thing they never say

is that around here

forty-three great tortoises

marched on Main St.

They held

no signs and spoke to no

one, but everyone could see.

Their demands concerned

the speed of eternity.

I suppose one could have seen

it coming when all the clocks

had stopped.

But it was hard

to know then that the moon

was done.

She accidentally

misstepped her step and tripped

a little bit and ended up

falling down in the

bush by the street.

Now

there is a commotion and

all the neighbors see that

some accommodations

may be necessary.

Traffic cannot pass with her

lying in the bush, but gravity

no longer matters, so bounce her into

the sea.

The sea will welcome her,

for, as you know, the tides have been

stretching towards her

since creation was in its infancy.