seventy
seventy-three miles from
the state line
shimmer of windshields in
the rearview
shimmer of windshields
ahead
power lines reflect silver
on a faded blue sky
turkey vultures, the smell
of oil
cows and pronghorn
constellations
my foot fell off the pedal
miles ago
a still life drifting
forever
seventy-three miles from
the state line
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