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white wall tires groan crossing

the smooth gray tar another time

behind the road buckles in furrows

rich clumps of dirt

green corn rises, swallows a city and

sweetens the air

black birds dot the golden tassels

rain changes to snow a mile ahead

cracks reach out under the rusted body

jigsawing the wet-smelling asphalt

creating swimming pools for worms

tires slide ahead of the edge of the country

blindly chasing the blizzard

 

May 1984