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Pantoum: Mass Transit
The sun was starting to get a little low
when I parked the car in a parking deck
in Jacksonville where I took Southwest to Oakland
We stopped somewhere in Nevada Read more…
Bright Spot in a Dark Commute
A bank called Friend
A cyclist going the wrong way
Buildings loom in their neo colonial backlit splendor
Let Your Child Skip School And You’ll Be Talking to the DA
a sign tells us from the parking lot of a casino the Governor couldn’t shut down
And there are signs everywhere: personal injury lawyers,
drugs, promises to help break bad habits.
Direction
It was always such a lonely road
horses cars bicycles then in later years
mostly pickups and tractors
I never saw no one who wasn’t
from around here until
the people came with little screens on the windshield.
Slick sports cars eighteen wheelers
drivin’ hard to get somewhere else
I had one stop to walk up to my porch
laughing – is this the road to Destin?
you’ve got to be kidding, old man.
I said I didn’t know – I’d never been.
