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Silvery orb hanging in night sky,watching dots of silver fly byon six-laned highways.  dots of silver hardly stop, pausing at gas stations,the occasional human wanderingaround its empty lots, averted eyes. three cars pull away reluctantlyfrom the endless current drawn to empty lots and open skies. girl with silver-lined eyes drowns her dreams in dark coffee,Continue reading “travelers”