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POEM: Free Chips And Salsa

Free Chips And Salsa

Maybe, just maybe,
there is a corner that can be turned.
A light rain dances on the roof of the van.
Slow jams uncurl from my headphones.
A lone candle flickers in a cup holder.
This parking lot is the end of one road.
This parking lot is the start of another.
All Mexican restaurants should offer
free chips and salsa.

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26 April 2022
Pittsfield MA

(NaPoWriMo Day 26)

Published in Food Massachusetts My poems NaPoWriMo2022 Poetry Van Life

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