For Truck

Oh Truck!
get up
the face is tucked
in a bright bell
a new medicine
with clear gel
frosted the drat landscape
dig not one fig
or dried apricot
in a health food joint
cops, a mom smoking
out front holding a stroller
with groceries in the seat
no kid in sight nothing
and I mean nothing today
is used the way it ought to be--
There aren't any lived in sections left
because everyone is living in them already.
Won't you please come back Truck?