waiting area

crunch of fan motor, acid drag
of vehicles outside
mixed with crickets & wind
news on the tv
flames on the tide
your car can’t breathe
& is leaking oil,
the mechanic said.
with no where to go
I’m as good as dead
 
they wash the pelicans
they poison
on petroleum soil
 
the sound of people moving
who I don’t know
how could I be left
here with no where to go
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