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Pastoral (With One’s Head Out the Car Window)
Although drizzle nettles the cheeks red
& one’s ears fill with wind’s grey-green noise—
there’s clover & honeysuckle, the cheeks held
intimately by almost nothing. Once, everything
we couldn’t understand was made through similes
of nature. Now the trees look like telephone
poles. A wingspan, a hanging up receiver.
Pastoral (Future Interstate)
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Pastoral (With One’s Head Out the Car Window)