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Jul 2012
Sparse farmlands spread out below
scattered popcornish clouds;
a farmer's harrow;
his sun-baked, callous-caked hands;
two or three farmhands idling.

One hundred thousand rectangles:
property lines
from a 737's window.
West Illinois looks legal
from 30,000 feet.
CH Gorrie
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CH Gorrie  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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