The clock has stopped on 3:14   The VCR is flashing Twelve      A beaten path on threadbare carpet   Through a screen door to the porch      Untied sneakers find their way across   the lawn onto the road      A mile or two of needed silence   To a house that's on the right      The machine's light is blinking but   There's no message there   A knock on the front door but there's   Nobody here (but me)      The clock has stopped on 3:14