Greetings Six Sundayers! Below please find an excerpt from “Into the Pit”, a poem which appears in my chapbook, “Ruffled and Bowed”. As always, thanks for your visit – enjoy what’s left of your weekend.
SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY:
Driving back from Ophelia’s I pass bobbing derricks, the new ones white, right in the middle of the city, digging deep for that Texas Tea on the edge of Baldwin Hills, where the air is a mixture of oil and fried chicken. Every couple of blocks there are people selling bootleg t-shirts. The Hollywood sign hovers on the horizon, surprisingly low, as a man sings along with salsa music in a blue Toyota. I take La Brea to the tar pits, which stand smack in the middle of miracle mile. I grab a stick and start to stir some of the oil bubbling up in the parking lot. It’s the consistency of fudge.
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