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Flat Lands
Flat lands on the end of town where real estate men
are crying new subdivisions,
The sunsets pour blood and fire over you hundreds and
hundreds of nights, flat lands — blood and fire of
sunsets thousands of years have been pouring over
you.
And the stars follow the sunsets. One gold star. A
shower of blue stars. Blurs of white and gray stars.
Vast marching processions of stars arching over you
flat lands where frogs sob this April night.
" Lots for Sale — Easy Terms " run letters painted on a
board — and the stars wheel onward, the frogs sob
this April night.