convergences
tanks, planes, sugarcane train tracks
martial music waifing from an air force base
the tan-zih trail's end, in da-ya, my friend
clouds in the distance clinging to low mountains
like whipped cream on the hills of west virginia
but not clouds icy after sandy
winds bend palm trees gently
but this isn't cuba, though it should
be free of american garbage vulture
a bike path of happy peddling feet
no, this isn't flooded wall street
10-31-12
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