All along the interstate, old men clutch tired cups Of just warm enough coffee At fast food joints just off the exit Commiserating the death of lunch counters

And the unfashionability Of casual sexual harassment.

Edicts and accusations fly Nostalgia impersonates history And we all float along As the dirty river rises As the earth kicks out water Like a forgotten sponge.

Our dead fathers’ tombs pop like overfilled balloons.

We insist we will mourn again, in spite of absent tears.

[RE: Today we all float]