Sad poem from our Springfield

Growing up, I saw many people hitchhiking on major highways.  The other day, I was startled to see a young man waving money as he hitchhiked along HWY 13.  He was not looking at traffic, just walking and waving the cash.  I wrote the image down.

In “Priceless,” I tried to imitate the message of that television commercial, from a credit card company.  In this poem, I am sharing several television images, collected from the past week, that I hope express the theme of the title.



A young man walks along the highway,
waving paper money.  A driver
texts, four men push a car to the gas
station, orange paint sprayed on the pavement,
arrows pointing to an outline
two steps from the curb.

— Todd Sukany 31 Oct 2012

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