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Gas Station Attendant
With an orange day glow hat and her latex gloves,
she waddles from trascan to traschan,
dipping the spone into her standard bucket,
wiping the plastic lid,
molded to look like marble.
Stooping to retrieve a forgotten penny
or to pik up the chewing gum wrappers
left by parents bribing their travel-weary children.
Wiping the sweat from her oily face,
She quietly wanders among the gasoline pumps saying nothing.
Conforms to every employee statute,
day glow hat and regulation tan shirt.
The proper patches and regulation life.
Everyone comes and goes,
and at the end of itall, she is there,
in er rest area, miles from anywhere.
