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Escape Route

Sebastian Schloessingk

Jul 01 2011

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The distant jet-trails with their limited lengths
—those inching on out, those from nowhere inserted—
were aligned, wherever, like single-minded
eels homing up one river. Night fell: a rabbit
after healthy zig-zagging in the headlights chose
to sprint back under the tyres. Delicate, definite
sound—not troubling hard tyres but the soft brain
(in charge of a machine in charge of another).

Dawn broke cloudy, damp colourful trees, grey fugitive
ostrich farm ostrich on the road, pacing ahead
in the correct lane but viewed from a car behind
some uncertainty in the body language.
 

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