allen caught walt all ragged and romance
wandering through produce

today
i saw you jack
wearing that crumby hat of desolation
in a walmart
in the slow hands
of misery cashiers
and the stoned eyes
of everyone impatient
and witing
in line

and in all those awkward spaces
between clothing racks
and the floor and the ceiling
in all that wide open and white

nothing like those spaces rolling and infinite
in the west above and between yr winding roads