vending

who'd know how to take food 
from a machine like that 
and what could she tell us?

on a hot day of driving fast
i left the highway 
and gave myself a designated rest 

i saw her there, bending 
to a proper crouch, getting a snack 
from the machine's low tray, knees the knobs of legs 
in yellow shorts coming toward me now, 
long hair bouncing past

she chose then pulled, staying low,
leaving the next choice to you

i  peed a bliss of coffee 
then wandered off to the map displays 
and found her with her dog on the grass, 
leashed to its wagging, happy ass
spread low to have a pee, 
full of opportunity



© Copyright 2001 Peter Chapman

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