It's too, too big:
This freedom on the
Roadside, to pick up
Cans for our just
Reward. Nickel by
Nickel, the loot
Spills out of
Trunks, once sealed,
Thrown overboard.

Eject that weight,
Ride thin with
Fat-hewn tires,
Impalas and Deltas
Stored while thumbs
Take a walk down
U.S. Highway
Some: crush
Beetles and feel
You're core.

rjw, 5/19/97

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