food, water, indoor plumbing
people I pass
along the highway
not speaking
my
language but nodding just the same,
and in the morning sun
a pick up is a pick up,
no matter who's
driving, crumbling red brick wall.
the world, children.
food, water, indoor plumbing
people I pass
along the highway
not speaking
my
language but nodding just the same,
and in the morning sun
a pick up is a pick up,
no matter who's
driving, crumbling red brick wall.
the world, children.