Covert Poetics

Station Clerk/Owner

He ran with a sense
of purpose,
as the man jolted in
the great dash
from the unpaid pumps.

In the process, he sacrificed
his life;
no remorse to be had
by the non-payee
screeching off into broad daylight.

You need not be
in foreign grounds to fight each other,
mundane practices are in full-force
right here, up the street
where authorities stop late night
for donut holes and traffic
is far and few between.

© 2008 Joeseph Veronneau

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