A carnival parks where the stores have emptied
The elephantine parking lot rolls toward the shadows
Where the names are washing from the flesh
Of the buildings.
Passenger cars wobble in the breeze, a steel circle
Showing a summer sky through the brisk fall breezes
Sweeping hatchlings of flowers and roadside trash,
Orange butterflies, up.
Down a side street a dark billboard entices
Screen upon screen, sun just another burnt electron
Laser-tailored, while the Mona Lisa in the corner
Takes the order.
Flattened magic whispers under the tires
Windows roll up and down, cars slip flashes
Of other sides and people and then, you,
Driving.
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