Walker

I left the car

Out underneath the acid sun

Between the road and bleach blonde sands.

The miles press down heavy,

But eased a bit with every shaky step.

You pump the gas

And pour the oil,

Wipe the glass

And vacuum every penny, wrapper, and hair tie.

You empty everything

To fill it past the brim and past

Just like the unexpected sight of your beloved

On cold and lonely winter nights,

And yet, eventually you are putting in

Too much for not enough.

I can't afford another vehicle.

I've found my footing.

I am an excellent pedestrian.

- 2/12/26