American Dream

Paul Many

 

I

It’s big, this country,

land rolling away

down the earth’s curve,

telephone poles strolling

the roadsides hours on end,

lines of chicory fusing

at some future.

 

II

You could get lost in it,

out there in the middle of

this great American dream

where there’s always

a second act

and nobody knows your name,

the sky’s so generous.

 

III

Working in a market

in a strip mall where

the town gives to fields,

he stocks the shelves

with strange foods;

the labels on the cans

in a language he can’t read.

 

IV

At night, sneaking

a warm beer and a cigarette

out behind the Dumpster

he smells the Kankakee,

hears raccoons leisurely

sorting the trash

in the infinite dark.

 


Paul Many's poems and stories have appeared in such publications as Jeopardy, Exquisite Corpse, The Journal, Blueline and Oracle. He  teaches journalism and English at the University of Toledo.

 

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