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Didn’t Miss a Light


Me and Ingenue


cross the distance of the city


on the surface roads. A couple blocks,


then stop, we roll


a couple blocks more.


This ain’t the speed round.


Don’t waste worry,


we’ll get there when


night falls from under-slung clouds,


while you tap your watch’s face


certain of superiority, while you vent


and stew, Ingenue and me


are living better, cataloging


truth on the ground you’ve missed


from the vantage of the


sometimes-efficient toll thruways.


We’re a mile out, in-bound,


humming with soul, seeing all


and blessing the details.





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