The Morning Commute Low slate clouds make the morningsun into a trick moonjust above the tree linewhile the fog makes I-79into a ghost trail, a liminal fadeof asphalt and other vehicles:now in sight, now out of sight.The split deer carcasses along the edge,the covenant sacrificethat feeds this machine.

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