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134 RUN Ice moon in a pot; Dawn warms chilled valleys. Fog makes A last batch of night. ice : moon in a bowl. dawn stirs chill valleys fog takes last helping of night Coffees of rest stops; Spring pours. Streams warmer than air raise early spirits. Road down night mountain First light hits the valley’s floor. Flash in driver’s eyes. guard rail length missing first light hits the valley floor night driver wakes up Guard rail length. Missing turf re-laid somewhere below; Hollow grace fills in. My hand on the wheel; That spot where tire touches road. Turn held here so brief. rain feet dancing with windshield wipers side to side each step clears the last. Horizon, silo; Changes in size are minutes Horny home to you. ...

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