heavy scent of gasoline
protrudes from the corner's peek
here, barbecues are taught like math
and local twang
peruses with the country wind
blowing west and
east
to county lines
where
countrysides are drawn
(and felt),
blending into
roadside maps
strewn along my dashboard's
lap,
sipping diet
coke
at dusk

bunches









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