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MIRACLE
As
we sizzle along the roads in Umbria, car-top glints
like
the gun-sights of alien intelligences, exhaust fumes
giving
us smoker’s catarrh, the valley expendable,
the
town ahead a promise of cold beer and plaques,
the
day is one of those days squirmed into mind
by
the long hauls of discomfort. Unless
a miracle should happen.
...
(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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