What Good is Time Without Change?
Shreds of big-rig tires
melting at the edge of the freeway
and fire lilies, their pistil carousels
can make you vomit if you eat them,
but why would you?
Maybe dogs or deer or someone lost
in a wildlife preserve
striking out
with a plastic fork.Everyone wants to be first, a game of
in and out the window
driving at 80mph in the fast lane
where down the road birds hop
beneath parked cars and a man
taps a soda can to an aluminum beat.
I crossed the Mississippi twice, billboards
of personal injury lawyers called out to me.
The airport smells of piss and loss and grease.
What Good is Time Without Change? by Lenore Weiss
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Lenore's poetry collections form a trilogy about love, loss, and being mortal. She lives in Oakland, California.
