*Driving North*
we were carried away, a north line,
over the bitumen core and red margins,
furrowed states of brow, of wind shear;
of iron ore dust.
the road corrects two points of absence
and is the only way of leaving —
once there were fully scaped trees,
now just a car every mile or so
and too much sun.
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