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highways have memories
like finger prints in moment skin
the love words travel
and are parked cars in center lanes

we all see them invisible
and recite them in proper cadence
as we drive by too fast
to know them more than passing

did you build a u turn store
on your sidewalk outside caution
there where your hands seem tied
and your ankles wanted run foot speed

did you reconsider the considering
and slow to maybe so speed
when you saw my eyes at your window
pressing poems on your wiper blades

do you like stop light love on sundays?

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