Tuesday, July 1, 2014

GRATUITOUS

By July
even the baked
wasteland

of cracked highway
median strips—is busting
with thick

and scraggly 
whitepurple weedy flowers—
not arranged

for display
but just—stacked deep
and cheaply

and out of
the way—it's as though
even the rough

and glorious old
stock of wild wilderness
has run out

of space in which
to call itself 
a place! and has as of late

started creeping
into this—weird new field
called logistics.

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