The beautiful
country blonde
in the Burger King
in deep South Texas
did not get
to speak
as duty whisked
her by
the gull winged doors
of some fast food
crisis
but
our eyes met
in strange
communication
that especially
this poor poet
can not
translate
into form
on a sleepless morn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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