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The garbage truck sends noise crashing through the air A plane adds to the din overhead and there- A helicopter, hear it? Thwup-thwup-thwup of the rotors For a moment, there is no lockdown There is not even a college or a crew team Just me on the back porch in the mountains, looking up Time bending full-circle. I am eight and eighteen, looking up The helicopter passes and so does the plane until all that’s left is the garbage truck and me on the back porch and my college professor begging the class to please, please pay attention over scratchy video feed.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Life as it is today
The garbage truck sends noise crashing through the air A plane adds to the din overhead and there- A helicopter, hear it? Thwup-thwup-thwup of the rotors For a moment, there is no lockdown There is not even a college or a crew team Just me on the back porch in the mountains, looking up Time bending full-circle. I am eight and eighteen, looking up The helicopter passes and so does the plane until all that’s left is the garbage truck and me on the back porch and my college professor begging the class to please, please pay attention over scratchy video feed.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
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