Many untold thousands of leagues
July 12, 2007
July 13, 2007

seven distinct rings ’round
steel crowns
heave the dry tumbleweed,
the stocks of bones we pass
of lush concrete
fairfair stars
of obligation.
’round epileptic belts
the helicopter stared, enough
to frame the citywide
“a fugitive near!” we sang
and chorus swell
straight on to goings, wheeled
and onward, went we home…

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