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Angular Momentum

2 October 2012, Saint Paul
for Lance

I imagine you trudging up foothills
aware of every oxygen-deficient breath
to imagine horizons of blood red sunsets
only to encounter foothills yet to climb.
Conscious of frictionless angular momentum
you grow weary of earth's heedless rotation