we are like that car
I walk by parked on Thomas Street
its back seat and passenger side crammed
with papers, books, magazines, newspapers
and atop this heap of memory scrap pile
waits
a 2.5-gallon can of gasoline
John Burgess, a New York native, has lived in the Pacific Northwest for 20 years. He has read his poems on three of Seattle's seven hills.
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