everyone is going somewhere.

2005-10-12 1:16 p.m.

something about college towns, and stopped trains holding up traffic, and fall, and the way they all fit together, a dozen connections sitting in each human body, making grabs for meaning
and everyone in a hurry

leaves me crouching in the front seat and staring, finds me
born again and calling 'mother' to the pavement
for in the beauty of the impact
i am reborn.

i am rejuvenated.

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