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Sunday, March 8, 2015

Keep the Change

I walk like an octopus
across the parking lot
bathed in gray-gold sunlight
while asthmatic palm trees whisper
like tumbleweeds in a refrigerator

It’s Sunday on Earth

I’m burning matches beneath the tidewater
architecture & shattered pipes
drizzled in turquoise
with mudslide tremors & gaited horses

& contrary to the haze (my legacy)
the ocean’s inlaid chrome is all lit up
like a kamikaze hood ornament

There are more direct roads to bliss
I’m sure but I’ve always preferred the
scenic route