You wouldn’t think Walmart’s superstore had closed
not far from the Oakland Airport on Hegenberger Road,
the lot stayed full, fooled anyone who didn’t know
how a high minimum wage had tossed Raiders
T-shirts into the end zone. All that’s left,
McDonald’s wrappers and empty cups
spell a mega mocha dose.
We waltz inside with discounts and seasonal stuff,
magnets on key chains, what we have is never enough,
streets filled with garbage, day laborers lean on cyclone
fences outside Home Depot for a long morning
of being in tow, graffiti crawls up sides
of buildings, a stairway to heaven
signed by the artist, Sorry, bud. Had to go.
Very sad and very true.
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