The diner window
looks out on a gray-brown truck in gray-brown snow.
There seems no clear
distinction between the window and the wide
table, shared with planks and crumpled tarps.
The breadslabs and a white something – cheese –
on the girl’s plate
Displaced, so to speak, not only vertically ...
Trailerparks like lymph-nodes along
that highway, Full Gospel
with … hunters, no doubt, during the day
(or do they also hunt at night?).