In a warm car Ace Hardware parking lot
90th and Maple while above us pure
sky, wind torn clouds set off to
horizons and occasionally sweep over
the sun and form a play of giant
shadows across whole swaths
of ground.
Rollling up-down hills of Maple street
also Blondo a few blocks north,
major arteries of unwholesome
semi-woesome Omaha with its
blinking radio towers and smoking
factories.
American National Bank, cell-phone
gas station outlets with hard liquor
behind the counter waiting placidly
in bottles to fire up the guts more than likely
eyeblink black out terrors, no
moderation for so many.
Aaron’s furniture, electronics, computers,
appliances, a thousand different ways
to be completely
forgotten.
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(March 3rd, 2012)
