on the way to a latte
i passed a man who
was poking at road kill with a stick
poke poke poke
and i wanted to stop my car and ask
why but the driven look
to his
poke
poke
poke with that long stick that
sent me down the asphalt
gritting my teeth.
i passed a shoe
brown suede long laces
sitting on the double yellow line
one shoe
nobody with a stick
no mate down the road a piece
one shoe
no one hit that shoe
carefully driving around it
made me think
but by then the starbucks' drive-thru
came into view.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
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2 comments:
I love the last stanza, that says so much about a lot of people.
thanks. did you see that a car hit an animal but they all avoided the shoe, a thing. i'm glad you like it.
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