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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Deep autumn -
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?

Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
trapped cars, motors tensed
reflection Marko Tovares


a morning:
The freeway's thick stream
stumbles to awkward halts.
Trapped cars, motors tensed
crouch forward
in vain a few feet
still practicing movement,
the constant
disappointment of
a bumper ahead.

We glance into mirrors
adjusting seats, selves in
practicing patience,
creating diversion,
and then,
with nothing more left to do,
suddenly startle 
at the surprise apparition
of a person
in the car
an arm's length away,
as our swarm
of idle steel shells
begins cautious discovery
of their common content.

Jonathan Bohrn (1999)
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