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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