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A series of moments on Hwy. 167

I bought a brown felt hat in a western store
wearing it with the sunroof open I
heard birds
the squeaky axle on a truck
smelled grass just cut
felt sunlight in the shade of its brim
a rushing roar, the radio off.

Second Sunday, Standard Time

The evening falls hard at five o’clock,
Twelve hours after waking up in darkness.
I’ve spent the week too busy to work on time,
or understanding how it falls on me.
Only today have I seen the pink dawn
on the last red rose in her neglected garden.

The Dream of Being Pulled Over While Thinking About a Poetic Idea

is in turn pedestrian and incoherent until I admit what I was doing.

I’ve rejected making a joke about the Affair of the Fourteen
confrontational, obscure
and the NPR podcast I heard about the rhyming police blotter in New Hampshire
cops seem to hate hearing about how it is up north

“Well, what was the poem?” he says, having swept my car with the flashlight
for guns, pot, notebooks – coming up empty.

“Well, as of now it’s:

blue light like the man
coming to tell me take it
easy in the moment
.”

“That’s one too many syllables,”
he sighs, handing me my license.
“Slow it down, and replace
‘in the moment’ with something
that’s not a cliche.”

Levels of Abstraction

Is This Glass Half Empty, Half Full, or Twice as Large as it Needs to Be?

is the question on a Volvo passing me at ninety,
while I’m running at the speed limit,
tailgated by a truck with a cross on the rear-view.

The Volvo also tells me, quickly, that the owner’s son
Is an Honor Student at Something Middle School,
something impressive, I’m sure, but the tailgater

has passed me, showing that he
Stands Up for something
and Yeah, it’s Got a Hemi.

We’re all three doing philosophy
at different levels, I suppose,
my bumper blank of opinion.

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