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The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 17 prairie romance dawn comes on rubber tires in bull low a grain truck growling up the sky shifts into second begins to trot at coffee break down the lane into third glides at a canter the roaddust where we eat sardine & onion sandwiches the jig of day soon its sun galloping across the 1:30 news & lather gathers & the horse in overdrive is loose under the hood & running & running under the sun the chaff of sun drives us to elevators & drying fielddust our skin & our sweat where we ride & ride the shimmer of gas & horseflesh & at night the light drops out a wrecked transmission spilling oil & we are left country kids (horse power to burn spinning & spinning the pavement of night ...

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