In the parking lot the socially distanced
pine for anything-other-than
grappling with returnables while practicing etudes
assigned years ago by an unknown . . .
You are given an assignment
directing you into unread chapters
which makes it desirable to a host of others . . .
You struggle to keep up with notetaking . . .
balancing your notebook on your knees
while maintaining a social distance
from inquisitors which takes you back
to Friday, July 23, 2010
though you don't remember why . . .
It seems everyone wants a piece of something . . .
You opt for obscurity . . .
Someone begins distributing broadsides
showcasing pick-me-ups from the four corners . . .
Pick-me-ups are always a treat . . .
They make the trip worthwhile . . .
navigating the bumper-to-bumper real estate
with boulevards thrown in . . . whenever
no one is looking . . .
a way to prune the edginess from the then-and-now
which seems to be gaining speed . . .
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| Jan Scholz |