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Crossing the Meridian
by Karina Klesko, US
and Betty Kaplan, US
Heat shimmer—
my shadow disappears
somewhere behind me. |
/kk |
This Saturday
feels like Sunday—
boarding a 'red eye' for home. |
/bk
/kk |
In the blue
sky
a white contrail through
billowing clouds. |
/bk |
May 10, 2008 |
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