Al Gore’s Cowboy Boots (part 2)

Picture Al Gore’s cowboy boots wading
through the streetwater of Miami

Marching toward you, actually
with a sense of urgency

Getting closer and closer
until they fill the screen

And you, like everyone else watching
protected by a shield made mostly of distance

An overburdened imagination
and fudged perceptions

Fresh white receipts
smeared by the smell of pizza

A shiny silver six-shooter
inside another cardboard box

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