Driving Through Mingo

Burial grounds surround
the plot. Four cold stones
with the last name 'Smith'
carry the burden of a
drunk

Empty broken bottles and
bags spill from a southbound
pickup.

The back left tire is low, turning
like a broken record
Scratching.

Pictures of posing girls bounce
behind the wheels.

Deep in the shrubs is a collection
of baseball cards, minty condition
from the plastic protective agent
around them.

A p0nd with no fish on the edge
of town. A lonesome turtle drags
himself across the sidewalk

Billows of silver smog from the brick
yard. This used to be a place of
commerce. Coal mines ripped

clean like plates from a starving
coyote.

It begins to rain,
Washing the grey
from my streets