a child feeds tarnished coins to a pink horse a song plays the pink horse bobs up then down the
child’s parents find a shopping cart for groceries the child on the pink horse faces traffic crawling
to a stop jammed on the highway stalled beyond the grocery parking lot nothing moves for a
long time nothing moves at the exit the lone restaurant stays open blades of its giant windmill
stay frozen like meat on the menu nothing like windmills the last few coins grow warm in the
child’s hand the pink horse bobs up bobs down the song plays on beside grocery bags crammed
on the backseat the child hums the whole ride home hums the song that the child won’t
remember

the cloverleaf’s edge
lanes loop
where two cities end