Futureworld
May 20, 2008
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Futureworld | Tuesday May 20, 2008
There was something eerie in the air,
An absence I could not identify.
An immense single-pump gas station,
Shimmering like a mirage in the heat,
Took up a good part of the main drag.
I pull in. Step into the heat stunned.
The car is too hot to touch.
I needed gas but didn't want to get it there.
It meant digging up the attendant.
From the poem 'PROVO'
by Mark Rudman
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Love the old and desolate feel of it.
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