Shades of beige lined up along the curving street.
Desolate by day. Almost post-apocalyptic in its silence.
Each house spits out a car or two in the morning only to re ingest them later.
Harsh blues and grays from the television illuminate shadows within.
Then darkness, except for the streetlight.
A coyote stops under the lamp to scratch his ear, then trots into the night.
Blaze: learning and teaching 
Clever and illustrative lines and images. I can just see those cars going in and out like 4 wheeled robots – balanced by the image of the lone coyote. 🙂
Wow- you have such powerful images in this poem. The coyote is truly haunting under that streetlamp. The shades of beige set a pretty depressing mood right out of the gate.
Thanks. I saw a coyote yesterday, but I wasn’t sure how to write about him. I think I would like to go back and work on this one. Had to stop and put my daughter to bed last night.