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Created on: May 20, 2007
On Driving Down a Shrinking Highway
Foggy killer seeps from the lows,
shrinking acuity to a sphere -
mute and sucking color
from monochrome horizons.
Columbus was wrong -
the earth is flat,
roadways blur and highways lie
to drivers who make foul-weather friends
with dotted yellow lines.
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