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3/30/11

Terminal Hymn

The outline of a bright
fish sprawls on the land-
ing strip,

The cadmium lines
of it conduct vectors
and vehicles.

What ichthus
could gain this audacity,
this security

clearance?

One of myriad constellations
emblazoned on tarmacs
in the Midwest.

Who am I to catch
the declensions
of this, your airspace,

vacant, stentorian.

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