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Aug 13
across the grass, the highrise
becomes the horizon,
as i lie on my back in the park,
and the line that separated land from sky
runs now vertically on
through evening into the dark.
Norman Crane
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Norman Crane  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Jill
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