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Pennsylvania poem

by Gary Hoffmann

you can see Pennsylvania from here
or maybe not
it's over those hills, I suppose
hills green and alive
with not humans
the sun reflecting a tiny
round glow
off my black car
bugs circling around my head
stains on the asphalt from
memories ago
an old couple slowly chewing
on old food
a beetle lands on my hand

08/06/2002

Posted on 08/06/2002
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