68.
traffic jam
if we could just
change lanes
enough times
we could get through this
we will not get through this
however many lanes we change
however many times
& the magic will remain
obstinately out of reach
& the Annunaki talk
of this river running full again
its tan grass basin
submerged by the scheduled water drop
the last contrail
spreads above a crowd of hungry
shoppers
in makeshift tents
we are star dust
we are carbon
i sat with my wife while she tried
to make the computer work
i perfect my Albanian
by winter candle light

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quote: "Woodstock" by Joni Mitchell

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