Centre County


Pennsylvania is just the sort of place to go
and name something Sheetz, and make a chain of it,
the place I first paid over a dollar a gallon for gas
not realizing I’d romance that someday in a poem.
Sadder still, it’s not far from the mall with two backs,
edged into a Y where two roads met like ransom left
in the crook of a blighted tree, or far from the state pen,

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