God loves gas stations
there’s one on every corner here
a discarded chick tract looks up from
a shiny, rainbow pool of oil
mad at the world still.
Sign says to turn the car off during fueling
sherriff on the sticker points to remind
but as hot as it is
we’re leaving ours on and risking it.
God loves gas stations – there’s one on every corner here
Fabulous way to start this poem! Really enjoyed it.