Poem: Walmart Parking Lot Spokane Washington

I wrote this poem after a trip east to Spokane and Missoula in 2021. I often visit Spokane, because my godson lives there. The people and the vistas open me up every time.

This poem originally appeared in Alien Buddha Zine #30

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