down route 4 to Solomons

the sign on the side

of the road

read

hubcaps, sharks' teeth

and rabbits

for sale.

the letters

written in bright red

paint,

crudely

stroked

across the plywood

board.

how could you not pull

over and take

a look

at the inventory?

we asked the fat

woman

sitting in the shade

sipping

hard lemonade how much

for a handful

of sharks teeth

and one small rabbit.

ten dollars,

she said,

and don't you need a 

hubcap

too?

sure, i told her, why not.

then picked

out a shiny

one

for the garage wall.