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On Burnt Toast

Some toast is better charred, That factory bread, Unedified, white-washed, Grains rolled smooth as asphalt, With nothing left to burn But cynicism.    

A Shopping Mall Parking Lot

A discomfited duck, His speckled brown feathers And emerald head Bereft of ambition, Wades through Puddles of people And pools of plastic, Pecking at the Cigarette butts Left behind.