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Double Yellow Line

Every spring, the same direction:
Slow down. Look around
at this world. Open
Or at least
Wider than this stare
straight ahead at the long highway
hands clenched on the wheel
eyes in a permanent squint
to see the double yellow lines
through rain
and dark
drifts of brown leaves
drifts of snow
occasional scurry of opossum
or something unfamiliar, swift and dark
The squint against bright headlights
in the opposite lane
heavy yellow lines turn to
to dots, then spirals then
Disappear. You and I
Can pass into
another lane can breathe, slow
down and look at the close roadside
trees, sirens, high-rises, deserts
Neon all-night diner.
We can stop, you and I
We can get out of our cars
And go on foot

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