Muffler Days -- For Ld, Just In Case She Is Looking
you are in your car
you’re Mrs Albert Camus
taking that last
train ride he never took
an envelope steering about your
jiggering fingers hesitant scared
of being committed to the mail
you’re the muffler guy driving your mudmade
stationwagon with backbigend
dragging like a pensionedoff
bellydancer’s rump with rhinestone shale of cirro
cumulus dustcloud dirt roads selling wormy turnips
to anyone who’ll listen
mouthing mail chute an abyss a sound
a leap of faith an absurd essay for meaning
so u turn
& turn again about & she’s gone
surely as if it were she lost to some random automobile
and not you to the attempt
Copyright © Dort James | Year Posted 2011
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