Duty free

the dogs are sounding off
like the horns from the city
cars stacked bumper to bumper
everything's a little smog machine
arrows shooting out
from foreheads
attitudes casting out
flung into the ocean

glean the how
the when
the tortoise hides
the rabbit holes
ducking down away
past the howls
  a side step
  a strong hold
  a loose grip
on her

i’ve wondered about all the little crosses
on the road side
counted like
  the long miles
  higway markers
  white horeses
of other’s cousins
dead
tiptoed

if
you are ready
read it
all
there is more to come
you’re welcome
to the piles
to the questions
to the equations
to the pulp
to the digits
cause
i am duty free