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| In 2003
I had a
poem on the bus. It was printed and hung in the space above the seats typically occupied by ads. This one won't be printed, but I suppose you can still read it in transit on a device. I wrote it in response to a call last year while living on Maui. At the time I had no idea when I might see the inside of a city bus again. But here it is, and here I am--back in Seattle, round and round again. |
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