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Extraterrestrial Bobber

Saint Paul, 5 February 2004

Oil colors the inundated
Heat levitates above the blacktop
We walk a silver bangle that
Coils into itself then reveals
Facets of eternal masks

I cast an extraterrestrial bobber and
Peeling the onion of circumspection
Yet vigilance is a lonely sentry
Ears to the earth and hands to the rails
A lineman listens for a ping

Casing the horizon and imbibing on Chinook winds
We await the conveyors of ancient scents
Of western pitch and cool melt waters
Like the needles of pinus ponderosa
Suspended in a snow globe of amber