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Before there were these things we call roadmaps, people had to draw in the ground with sticks.
Directions were the things you saw,
magnets were a trick.
I saw you the other day, standing there.
I looked at my watch to see what time it was and the only thing
I could think about was asphalt and wavy air.
Leaving was the simplest thing about the moment.
Places are defined by gray slop.
But that doesn't make it easy.
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