Street

The seamless checking of account
and murder of identity, throngs
through a blistered day, getting into
your truck with today's first
Dr. Pepper. Crossing the street,
whispering a constant prayer of lists,
she waits for the chance to rise.
Old cars and trucks full of non-
natives carving a chance for existence
return flush with only tokens
of symbols: Lift UP. LIFT UP.
See this pattern and refuse
the illusion. The practice
of possibility and the purchase.
The common thread.
The real deal.
The light is changing to green.