Low Key Day

Quiet, sunny, and unhurried,
But it’s easy to imagine
Something awful happening here.

The sign above Judd’s Auto reads,
Lotto Ammo Guns Beer. Gotta
Pay my Stupid Tax, jokes the man

Buying scratch-offs at the counter.
One of the women who works here
Holds the door for another man

On crutches who’s just bought himself
A couple of cans of Monster.
Under their similar skins

And easy trust in each other,
Something watches out from cover.