Chicano Poet

Monday, October 12, 2009

Conversation As We Drive Away From Wally World

Above Wal-Mart the clouds are dark, threatening with drizzle.
Soft asphalt of a girl’s shoulder the river jumps into a shopping cart
as I launch Doppler radar on my iPhone atom by atom a cloud is born
a car door gathers four damn kids

the parking lot exits are full of scratches god I hate it when you
question my answers and the artifact of lingering warmth

in the rear view mirror

bereckons smiles with horizons
before I realize what I am saying


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