Fifth poem of the day.
Wednesday afternoon
walking the few blocks down the hill
with a dollar in my pocket
past the Presbyterian church
and neighboring houses
through the vacant lot
to get to the shortcut
Sliding down the dirt embankment
to the parking lot on Rainier Avenue
I make sure I have my dollar
(plus five cents for tax)
then walk up to the window
‘Four hamburgers, please’
(5 August 2017)
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