the gut-deep drainage ruts
in which
his neurons had been stuck
were stitched
and crosshatched by
the aggressive tread
the flocking heels,
he holds his head,
the motorized, queasing, rubber wheels,
his field is tilled and spread.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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