chasing the boom

“The long ride to nowhere”

gasping tires rolled west over baked gray asphalt
road daze
horns blown
cars whizzed past, a deep depression made worse with every mile
entering a dry county
pull off
service station empty, black hose pulses gasoline
not quite as expensive as milk, or soda
lips moisten, gulp energy drink
aftertaste of mango and pineapple
sun setting
each interchange
boxy plants disgorged workers
many laid-off
clutched plaques and pots
stunned expressions, tear stained silk, steady stream headed to hardship
another summer waned
gasping tires rolled west as one appeared followed by five zeroes


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