Twilight

I slow to a stop and idle
Stare at all the confusion here
These dark tangled woods
A briared and brambled forest
Dead branches protruding unpruned
Leafless and gray fingers and fists
Rotted among the living ones
As if the owner didn’t care
Or perhaps is an absentee landlord
So many of them buying us out
Of the housing market nowadays
Or perhaps he’s passed on
I wonder if I should stop in
To see if anyone is in the house
I can just make out in the rear
Wind my way to the front door
Beyond this dark inviting forest
But the gated fence
Looks too high to climb
And may be electrified
Given the way how forever
The wealthy screen us out
The riffraff who would stop in
And trespass against them
But what the hell
I have other things to do
More work ahead for me
Than for the lord
Of the mighty unkempt mansion
I’m sure the case to be
So I step on the gas pedal
And move forward to accomplish
Everything on my to-do list
Before it gets dark