Back Towards the Sun
At twelve miles per gallon
in mid-June Arlington
the man stopped for fuel
ignoring his malfeasant
twelve-year-old son.
Six billion ants retreat
underground under duress
the sharp gaze of a boy
and his looking glass, the son
of a man wiping sweat
off his brow under duress
from solar deliverance.
5/10/2019
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2019
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