E. 14th St.
East 14th Street
In San Leandro
Is strip city—
A three-lane stream of traffic each way,
Moving past endless rows
Of consumer outlets, cheap motels,
And nondescript cinder block restaurants.
Street lamps stretch sentinel-like
Down to a distinct vanishing point,
A silent benediction of light
From the local power company.
Here the car is holy
And the worshippers
Attend their evening Mass;
They are mobile and repentless.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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