Sunday, August 26, 2012

at the diner

at the breakfast
diner, the plates of cars
read wisconsin
and new york,
florida. winnebagos
too, and big trucks.
everyone needs a
couple of eggs and
pancakes to see
them through,
to get them down
the road towards lunch
at another stop
along the interstate,
belts loosened,
buttons freed.
wiping away those
little beads of sweat
that too much to eat
can bring.

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