Waste Land

I passed through the center of the universe once,
just outside of Lawrence, Kansas...
a greasy spoon diner...

a young, too-soon lost waitress
with nothing in her eyes
before the vast storm across the plain
distracted my family and I
from the food poisoning she fed us...
far beyond her knowledge of good and bad.

Can anyone know
where he is
when death and miracle pass by
so closely?

I enjoyed the read here, Peter. It's a piece of Americana seen all over this vast country daily.

Les