There is a stop light
in front of Weston Autobody;
in evening the autoshop light sears
Some stand â€“ columns â€“
and hold cars with outstretched fingers.
One hangs like a bodied hammock
another is a bowed branch.
The light colors them
into not-yet-shed virgins,
discovered about to uncover
It is inappropriate night play
to handle hammers under eerie light.
Better coffee mugs, sleeping infants, books.
A discharged weapon.
It was the tempâ€™s first night on Triple A.
Armed with ratchet and wrench
he dug into the boyâ€™s belly
mistaking glisten for gleam.