the red coca-cola truck lumbers
in silence across the desert
at noon's most torrid hour,
shimmering waves of heat
rise magnetically off its bright body
in patterns from elemental physics
through still empty air,
our thoughts
our senses
our skins
are mesmerized
completely,
as a mundane crimson van
bearing only one
single brand
of bottled soda
becomes fully
transformed
in its own
mysterious
effervescence:
ascendant,
celestial,
hopeful.
No comments:
Post a Comment