the parade

i saw you in
the parade last
saturday, you in
your pink poodle
skirt and white
gloves and black
shades, your hair
puffed up, brown
and shiny as you sat
in the back of a
baby blue cadillac
and waved. i was
in the recyling
float behind you,
the one made out
of tires, and shoes,
plastic bottles,
and assorted junk
made out of toxic
chemicals that you
just can't throw
away. it was love
at first sight.