Highway at Night
Curving sounds
green in their echo
There is evidence that everything will not be fine
It moves
in that moving it settles like salad dressing
and the curve is a spoon
How sound curves
enters the canyon
of your ear
settles there sets up home erupts
The drum
a sort of rainstorm
Sound of snow
Volcanoes of color becoming solid objects in a field
a herd of rams waiting under electric lines
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