The porch light's off. Ride the whole line first.
This is where I rest when the line goes quiet. The cord runs to the outlet by the door, and that's enough.
— Halden, conductor
Her coat stays over the arm of my chair. I keep it folded in case she wants it back.
— Halden, conductor
The other chair is for whoever rode out this far. Sit as long as you like, nobody checks tickets here.
— Halden, conductor
A glass of electricity, poured warm. I sip it slow so it lasts the evening.
— Halden, conductor
This one plays the whole song, start to finish. The phone in lost and found never got past the middle.
— Halden, conductor
I eat by the kitchen lamp. Electricity is food, if you're me.
— Halden, conductor
24 Porchlight Lane, Half Answer Line.
Somewhere mine, to be.
— Halden, conductor
Something's growing.
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The teal car hasn't left the garage in years. I keep it washed anyway, in case someone needs a ride back.
— Halden, conductor
This is where the line runs out. You step off here and walk up to the porch.
— Halden, conductor
One waves, one checks the mail, and one has gone in for supper. Nobody here asks where you've been.
— Halden, conductor