Bomba de gasolina / Alberto Márquez

Gas Station

At the gas station
as I fill the tank
a girl passes by and looks at me
and also comes in to fill her tank
on this desolate road

The towns only seem to have
these passing moments
these stops to stretch your legs

Back at the wheel
you can’t remember
anything from the road
except the gas station




{ Alberto Márquez, Circulación de la sangre, Caracas: Editorial Angria, 1989 }