Richard Luftig | Fly Over StatesFrom above everything looks
so straight and square, lives, land,
the separate half-sections
of crops. From this height
you can’t see, can’t hear
the low, constant hum of time
flowing, falling like the cicadas
that flood the fields with their songs.
Those fields so flat that from above
each moment, each heartbeat
of people below lasts
so much longer than
anywhere else on earth.
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