Could kill you
Or a loved one.
Are you protected?
The man smiled
A cookie cutter smile
With empty panes for eyes.
I know
This is not news
I know the sound of this sweet constant gong
Banging
Banging
Banging on my temples
Calling the faithful to prayer
Fall on your knees
Oh hear the ancients calling
What are years?
Do I dare?
If not now
Will tomorrow provide a vehicle
Amply in size
With a smooth luxury ride
Yet good gas economy?
The future is hazy
And sits
Parked
In the middle of the harbor
and awaits the poets' ode to a tug.
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