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in a parking lot (Free verse) by <~>

a market cart crawls across blacktop wielded by a 3x-teed waddler, she's crossed by some slow sauntering slack-panted meanderers bearing beer and then two turbaned ladies, heads wrapped against the heat but with backs bare backs to the breeze, drag brats that scream, bleat ignored by the blue-haired bottle returner redeeming plastic, salvaged and tacky, crushing gathered cans for rations-- nickel and diming her way to her next sleeve of saltines. dodge. stop. not patient today. eager to be anywhere but wading these waves, walking and halting and waiting for the parade to abate my feet cross quick, and stick: tacky black rivulets melt in the swelter add to the track that trails me, them, us as aluminum and glass gape to let us pass.

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1-Aug-02/1:21 PM

found it! plains of africa part (5) the young cheetah siblings peered out from their hideaway. they were waitimg for mother to appear out of the horizon. eager for her distinct shoulder blades jutting up into the setting sun. they were hungry and thirsty, but they knew better not to move without mother. but where could she be? it had been two days by the older brother's calculations. while cleaning his sister he smells a familiar tummy rumbling scent. turning his head towards the water hole he notices a vulture half submerged and dying in the sitting water. he decides to risk it. he springs then sprints towards the dying morsel, but the vulture still barely aware. lifts itself away to safety. the cheetah cub knowing it's meal is now a memory in his dehydrated nose opts to take a quick drink. one two three laps of moisture then back to his sister. finishing he turns to see a pack of wild dogs coming to drink and size him up. he's fast enough to get back to his sister, but that would be the end of them both. he sits licking the last living drops of water clear from his lips before they tear him appart. his sister looks on too parched to cry, too smart to meowl. across the water hole under a shady cypress. she notices a male rhino sniffing at the horn and bones of his stripped mate. the right back hoof has a dark stain upon it. her brother now torn to pieces died quietly and bravely. she's still hungry. the sun has fallen below the tall grass. the sky burns unaware and majesticly. mother is no were to be found.
lovely poem smart and original!

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