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Eternity at The Sonic Drive-In

By John I. Blair

At row’s end,
Eased into my slot,
I buttoned breakfast,
Windows down,
My face blessed
By sun and breeze.

Grackles grazed
The hot grass,
Cruising for crumbs;
And on the street
Cars pegged past,
People on parade.

Suddenly I saw
This as the rim
Of the universe,
Birds, bushes,
Big-ass Buicks,
All bubble skins

Of structured stardust
From shattered suns,
Cosmic calamities,
Pulsed to this place
And beyond, I part,
Plus the ham, the eggs.

©2008 John I. Blair

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