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diesel breathing
i found a red light that turned to green
the moment i sped past
that hour’s train thundered above as
i threatened the glossy paint
against the stone trestle
of the railroad bridge
the fog of thinking dissolved on that
cold road as I watched it
consumed underneath,
seventy miles per hour
pulling the yellow snake
across the black
i thought about abbreviations
the way you squeeze otherwise respectable words
as you punch out the order for a classified