23 April 2024

i mistook a shell gas sign for the moon


i peered up at the apparition,
so ready to accept it as golden
through my carwindow looking glass

i held my breath gentle,
then sighed upon the revelation
my body sagged in its well-meaning haste

readymade highway treasure
etched into nightsky pavement
just-deeper than the real thing

poem 24.4.12

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