Designed to squeeze the arteries,
this problematic stretch of road
around the hills and trees becomes,
with sudden emphasis, a blur
of curbs and pavement stripes.
An airplane flies at lesser speeds,
designed to angle at the road
our truck achieves terminal G's--
avoiding stoplights, the cars
a driver hates to veer around--
the windows flanked with trees, a wind
that pulls the coulds through the foliage;
air is rougher in a country
busheled by acreage and squares.
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