on the DLD,stop, Sign.

I will be ME, again.
today. even if for only an hour.

fighting the flotsam that tumbles over me.
like radioactive debris from
A tsunami wake accumulating at the
four way rural stop sign
on the old Denver to Lincoln to Detroit highway

piling higher

sometimes i wonder conspiratorialy
if someone is trying to completely
obliterate the red and white

I AM still here.
Somewhere under the wreckage of Me.

I am swimming to the surf ace

an ant scrambling through
a mountain of aluminum cans, beer bottles,

plastic gatorade shells…
my drink of choice
slows me, nurtures me.

a single auburn antennae waving



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