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Apr/May 2008 Poetry |
1978 Camaro, Yellow
I lost myself today, thinking about
the years of scientific & economic
progress that created the possibilityof my teenage mother hearing a Cars record
crackle through stock Chevy speakers
while she sped home down Reeceville RoadReception good on a flashy Philly FM station
in the rural neighborhood where she grew up
Where they still have no streetlights
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