once a year these blockages airlift
into town come
the people come
with bucks please bring us what
the suitmen promise don’t tell
me we look pretty
from the air and how
the
great wall of china is visible from space
ideal spot for a car race I close
my eyes imagine race day beach
and me the small
wheels of my
walker on the long path
park-to-sand
them reinventing wall of sound I gawp
and so are you
ReplyDeleteand so is your poem
super car-poem Kerri
ReplyDeleteMarvelous!
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