"Everything Zen" by Josh Olsen

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We crossed the state line

into Beloit, Wisconsin,

passing that beautiful

towering silo

of steaming Hormel chili.

 

My daughter

stuffed her face

with a handful

of cannabis-oil infused

potato chips.

 

“We’ve got Bush!”

the rock-jock

on our Ford’s FM radio

exclaimed

over the opening strains

of “Everything Zen.”

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