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From above, baseball diamonds look even more beautiful, the pitcher's mound
a bright cataract.
The river wavers
its own way—see
where once it snaked.
Shine me like a light.
Ladies & Gentlemen, we are flying
just above turbulence.
The roads like centipedes,
their flailing feet.
How many, thousands,
Below, parcels & acres blur
like family plots.
in the blinding dawn.
We make good time—
roads like scars
in the green—
grids of an earth
too soon we'll meet.
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