photography by Roger Allen Baut, courtesy of One Stop Poetry
The last thing she saw
was the inside of the windshield,
and thought how beautiful it was
up close
and wondered how many other sights
she had missed
being busy
looking past them
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Sunday, March 27, 2011
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