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Subjects of the Long Road

King Llanza

Passenger:            The one who leaves takes the bus,

                              pulling from the light in his eyes

                              a better chance at life

                              in the bustle of the big city.

                                                                                          In the bustle of the big city,

                                                                                          a better chance at life

                                                                                          is pulled from the                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           light in his eyes.

                                                                                          He takes the bus to promise return.

Power Lines:         Musical staves, freeform, like jazz

                              playing to the pace set by traffic.

                              Sparse, sometimes dotted

                              with birds perching a while

                              as notes, just like the ones

                              they carry within themselves,

                              just like the humming copper

                              sending electricity,

                              sending power to spaces we call

                              home, an ensemble of

                              unlikely instruments.

Landscapes:          Houses line the roadside.

                              Behind them, a plain or

                              a rice field or

                              the earth, void of greenery.

                              Then intersections into mysteries,

                              passing as fast as a blink of an eye.

                              Standing at bus stops are

                              passengers waiting

                              to become passengers.

                 Houses:          One                out of ten houses will have

                                                       one open window, unfolding

                                                       a story that ends with a breeze.

                                                       The breeze pushes                     a paper, blank,

                                                       from table to floor.

                                                       It gets stepped on.

Road:                    Interconnected neurons.

                              We are but a small thought

                              within a larger mind in transit. 




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