Alliteration After Work

The antique store is closed,
I turn off the lights with
Backroom breakers.
Set the alarm, lock the door.
Leave the empty parking lot,
Turn onto the congested four-lane
Joining the crowd of the evening commuters.
A few lights up I get on the freeway,
A concrete strip that crests and stretches down
Following the contour of the Appalachian foothills,
A twenty minute drive at seventy miles an hour
Before my exit onto the sideroads and
County backroads lined by pickled pine
Power poles, preserved green
With alkaline copper quaternary,
The powerline peaks at each pole
Then forms a low slung shallow valley
Between the verticals.
The yellow-orange powerline reflecting
The early evening's sinking sun.
The trees all hazy green and awash
With yellow light.
Passing the scantly scattered houses
Along the way sparsely sprinkled with dogs
in ones or twos, lying on the fresh mowed lawns,
Their barking mostly done for the day.
I turn onto my road passing former cow pastures,
headed downhill to the turn we know as
"The swag" then making my way up the last hill
To the long sweeping turn to my little
Farmhouse with the big backyard.
I park just out of reach of the pecan tree's
Large lumbering branches.
I go inside and get a haphazard peck
Of a kiss as a welcome home.
She is finishing preparing dinner
And ask me to get two plates out.
I say a quick and direct prayer of thanks.
We sit and eat and talk about the events of our day,
The same way all couples married for over
Thirty years do, rehashing the mundane,
The littles things of daily life, first-world problems.
I put a load of laundry in the washer as she
Stretches out on the sofa and finds a show
About Egyptian hieroglyphics, but quickly loses
Interest and slowly falls asleep,
Accompanied by her deep breathy breathing
That is almost snores and tells me she's had a long day.
I sit in a side chair staring at my phone, scrolling
Through the fake fantasy Facebook world of friends
And acquaintances, seeing only what they want me to see,
Learning only what they want me to know,
Wasting another evening away.
The laundry is done, and we wearily head to
The bedroom to bring this day to an end.