The Food Court
Daddy
where is America
the ten-year-old asked
My teacher says
it’s in Washington
on a paper behind glass
My coach says
it’s on Sundays
when the Green Bay Packers play
My friend’s uncle says
Indianapolis
during the last week of May
Grandpa says
it’s July 4th
at the Veteran’s Parade
My bus driver says
it’s the Unions
and the working man’s wage
But where is it Dad
they all say
different things
Where can I see
America
in one place — as one thing
Grab your coat
Bobby
and let’s take a ride
And to a
large mall
they both ventured inside
Are you
hungry my boy
the father said to his son
You’ve got
choices galore
and can pick from each one
And as they
sat down
the father said from his chair
Look around you
my son
— this is America squared
(King Of Prussia Mall: June, 2026)
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