Driving in Onions
Sep 29, 2019
At first its Pink leaves fluttering
In the backdraft of the road
White crescents rolling, strewn across
More pink. What kind of leaves are those?
And then I realize
From the smell--Onions!
Rolling ruined along the road.
Onions? Really?
And a box of potatoes! Left abandoned. Food so plentiful
That it’s literally dumping off the truck
My God! A caravan of giant trucks… filled with onions.
Driving slowly down the highway.
Black-haired men and women with rainbow sunglasses inside each one.
They smile and look concerned about the onions on their radios.
Next to a Model-T being towed by a white-haired old man with a confederate flag on the back of his black Dodge Cummins.
I’m afraid of the onions and what they might do.
