Jake's store past Pindaric mountain
Over the wash is the only place in a day's ride
To get odes at except close to Mesa City side.
He has one glass a dusty one there
Full of blue green and orange odes sticky but o k,
And many come by on that account that way.
Scramble down off the hot flats, swallow a lot of universal wind,
Hear that lone freight pushing around sandy acre,
And they need for the slow swipes one green jawbreaker.
A slub of sweet, a globe of a barber's pole,
A suck of human victory out of a crowd,
Sugared, colored, out of a jar, an ode.
Josephine Miles, Collected Poems, University of Illinois Press, 1998.