image borrowed from yahoo
at the grocery
Mr. Jones, that drives the bus,
wears a hat, Built Ford Tough,
& as we pass, in the parking lot,
he out,
i in
he shuffling not so fast,
i in a rush
waves his long-fingered hand,
creased like a leather map
& shares a word
his wife waiting patiently
by his Chrysler in a handicap spot.
Brian Miller
Posted over on his site Way Station One
Listed also as #33 over at dVerse Poets-Meeting the Bar
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