Ponderable and poem for Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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Alan Harris
Jun 24, 2009, 1:39:44 AM6/24/09
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In a selfish society, the word "free" is the most successful pickpocket.
Free
Blurry smog feeds the morning sky gassy gulps as
Germy motorcars scuttle in lines along their causal highways.
Herewearefolksinourtrafficopterhelicopterreportingthe-
latestdevelopmentsinthetrafficconditionAllstreets-
arerunningsmoothlyasofrightnowanditlooksasthough-
thisconditiionwillcontinuefortheremainderof--
The helicopter suddenly
Descends into the mass
Of smog and tin and milling men
And violently cracks open like a transparent egg,
Giving birth to an afterlife or two.
Free.
Free are helicopters.
Free to fly about in untold yards of morning sky.
Free to watch the roads of other men, advise them where to turn.
Free, some, to fall a fast free path to the hardness of the ground.
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Alan Harris
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