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87 Parking Lot It’s true that billboard silhouettes and power Pylons rebuke dusk’s fair and fragile fire, As those who go on living have to prowl And watch for someone leaving down each aisle. While this takes place, a tender moon dips toward The peach and blood horizon, pale, ignored. I try to memorize impermanence: The strange, alarming beauty of the sky, The white moon’s path, the twilight’s deep, blue eye. I want to stay till everything makes sense. But oily-footed pigeons flap and chase— A red Camaro, flushing them apart, Pulls up behind me, waiting for my space: It glistens, mean and earthly, like a heart. ...

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ISBN
9781597097000
Related ISBN
9781597090063
MARC Record
OCLC
868083249
Pages
88
Launched on MUSE
2014-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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