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Route 1 Postcard California The ocean’s left hand reaches out for its right one. Waves crack on rocks like knuckles. Nothing pacific about these breakers. Progressively, Route 1 goes color-blind—blue, green, and black are all there is. Yellow shouts then shock the scenic traveler: some Alpine bloom, pure sun leaked out of Proserpine’s eclipse. A wreck would go unnoticed here, like her abduction. El Camino’s colonial bell won’t clang this high, where oblivious cows hang off breathtaking cliffs and the ocean’s truth is so profound no poem could dwarf it. Trying to frame it, I’m reminded of the sight of flashcubes popping off the Empire State at night. 29 You are reading copyrighted material published by Ohio University Press/Swallow Press. Unauthorized posting, copying, or distributing of this work except as permitted under U.S. copyright law is illegal and injures the author and publisher. ...

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