there's an impatience
in the words
like the equinox at full sun
taking off in all directions
and even as i write
i'm never sure
where it's all going
or how the meaning
will be sensed
or even if in fact
there is a meaning
the trucks move
along the avenue
as if they have
a schedule & destination
a hidden cargo
a secret like these very words
or nothing
more than clanging shopping carts
in a parking lot
of empty pockets
--- e b bortz
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