A Shepard tone of assaults,Of bearings-down,A game of cartoon chicken by sound effect,A light aircraft, loud as a station wagon,A whole graph of grackle birds,Each of a hundred mocking each of a hundred,And now the day’s single train having a moment,A gollyshucks dog and his Mid-Atlantic narrator teaching the great American pastime to an unseen audience,A parliament of pick-me trucks, late to somewhere and mad about it,Coming out by ones and twos as Gandalf instructed them,Soon by sevens and elevens,Quick, everyone, open your windows,Start putting away your clean dishes,It’s almost seven o’clock.