Incident Along Fantasy Way 1840 hr 7/28/74
                          The Derelicts

Daytime--
The street is subdued, quiet, drowsing in the sun.
Most of the strangeness has faded.
Day is less a time for dreaming.

I come upon a sign:
"TO THE SARGASSO SEA" it says,
Pointing to a faint little-used path leading off over a hill.

Some sea air would be nice on such a warm day
But it is not to be.
For being, as all are here, in many places at once,
I am also in the supermarket
So my Sargasso Sea is instead
The Valley of Lost Shopping Carts.

From all of space and time come the carts that 
     thoughtless shoppers 
"Borrow" and neglect to return,
Piled in heaps of rusting confusion, 
     the familiar shapes with familiar store names 
Mixed with antigravity platforms from the far future
And with contrivances totally unrecognizable
Save that there function has somehow made them eligible
To be tossed here.

                                   Thomas G. Digby
                                   written 1840 hr  7/28/74
                                   entered 2210 hr  2/08/92