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Small Towns: ode (Keatsian)
For what it’s worth, most places on a map merely exist as clots in highway veins: mere wisps of web for speed or tourist traps, perhaps historic, where that sense remains. At thirty thousand feet that’s how they look: just … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, English ode, Keatsian ode, maps, ode, perception, poetic forms, small towns
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