City Limits
the edge of town arrives quickly.
You hang an inscrutable left
only to discover
one beat-up clapperboard hulk
hanging over tall corn
as if land-wrecked.
or
you drive to the end of
a suburban tract
and while waiting for the lights
a blue wash of sky
paints out
the last inflatable swimming pool.
The land becomes a swampy hollow
prone beside a basking river.
Treads gets sticky
in pent up pockets of sun.
Needles of light
litter the blacktop.
The road has dropped you
beyond the town limits,
now miles, tick-off yawns.
The prim madam inside
your G.P.S.
takes a long nap.
Turning to your wife
or dog
you smile, acknowledging
that the edge of town
has once again been shattered.
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