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Collateral damage in the wake of a landslide

Collateral damage in the wake
of a landslide

Back wheels stick,
bind,
while
front wheels
stutter & twitch.

Gnarled, arthritic hands
tell a story punctuated by
cracked nails and
fresh bruises;
she
pushes her world
in her own
Safeway.

Sweat from her matted hair
slices its way
down coarse & painful
wrinkles.

On my mega yacht,
sipping the perfect Martini,
stirred, never shaken.

Bright sunlight refracts
a single drop of water,
slowly repelling down the
crystal stem.

Trickle down

Reaganomics

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