At Most Depths the Probe Finds Nothing Wicked, Nothing Special

You should go to meet your friend.
You should have a social day
Doesn’t have to to do with work.

Now come the parties
To the coffee shop
To discuss their lives.

Outside, the silver branches
Of leafless late winter trees
Glitter against the blue dome.

They exchange greetings
And family news.
They feel more cheerful.

One metal wind sculpture spins.
Everything only begins.