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Mar 2012
driving sunset today
stuttering so i stopped for gas
filling up watch the pollen
over a woman and her minivan
pollen like a swarm of bees
under godly clouds
i wish I were already old and dead
thunderstorm now over
tiny America before we all lose it
i drove away from home at the
most summer-time
straight past balmy and slow pollen
and just here then just here on the corner
naked before the glory of
the driving sunset
Written by
Alice Weaver
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