first rest stop in nevada
upside down
quarter moon,
dust orange earth,
trucks lined up,
lit and humming like
one thousand tv's
in the desert.
walk up
among artificial
grass, under picnic table
sleeps fifty something man,
with eleven puppies and the
mother, all around him, resting
crumple faced on his well worn leg.
bathroom
door reads note
car broke down,
need sixty one dollars and food,
by will of god
no one to call.
leave loaf
of bread, peanut
butter and drive on to Vegas
lonely.
