Unlocking my car Beneath the streetlight, I sensed someone looking over my shoulder. Pumping gas Under the neon-glow of the Racetrack, I tried to shrug off the feeling of being watched. Leaving Old Navy, With Best Buy, Linens and Things, and Foot Locker Lighting up the night sky, I spotted my stalker. Fat, round, yellow, Orbiting serenely, Silently looking out, Over the brightness beneath.
--originally published 4/13/06
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