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- 73 Routes We crossed the great bridge in our old white car, Passed motels, liquor stores, to an altered earth, Rich petri of suburb, stations of waterlogged light, Visine splash of fluorescence on wet tar, Ceaseless orbit of moths, endless ghost and birth. Nothing stays still in the strange, airless night. Each visit, it’s changed again. KB Toys Is now a Gap; tangled woods, where we sought Stray cats, swallowed by Office Max, Kmart, Costco, The half-shingled shack we passed as boys Long since drowned in growing asphalt. We fought Dragons, trekked forest paths, and wound up lost. It’s all forced now, prefab, and brand-new here, Each severe angle aimed to disappear. ...

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