the wooded ridges that were dashing by
suddenly
in one breath
(you should stand in a meadow in spring to understand)
turned into the backs of tame oxen
grazing on the plains
the hair on their spines bristling in the chill twilight air
of spring unfurling in caterpillar style
i saw it all through the window of the car
with the second breath i heard the rush
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