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Pennsylvania poem by Gary Hoffmannyou 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 Copyright © 2025 Gary Hoffmann
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