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That Other Language

by Susan Cowger 3 Comments

Down I-90 across Montana,
miles and miles of nowhere
to pee, seventy-five mile an hour
sagebrush, and suddenly a bird
who can fly that fast.
Like the lady in the pickup,
who won’t let you pass,
casually looking ahead as if
there is no game of acceleration
soaring down both lanes, you swear
you catch a glance of yellow eyes.
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(And all those warnings about the tongue being uncontrollable. Oh never mind.)

February 3, 2009 , language Blog

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  1. Rose Emily says

    February 5, 2009 at 6:11 pm

    Love LOve LOve the photos

    Reply
  2. Craig and Bethany says

    February 4, 2009 at 12:00 am

    Acceleration, yes, I know what that feels like, soaring down both lanes!

    Reply
  3. Pig Woman says

    February 3, 2009 at 8:58 pm

    As Livy always says, indeed.

    Reply

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