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EXPRESSWAY
Driving on the wide expressway
we're like voyagers in space
enveloped in our humming capsule
Earthmusic holding us connected
with our human past
while the future flows around us
a cascade of rippling lights.
Outside, the wind plucks music
from the giant harps of bridges;
a cloverleaf unfurls
as we spiral slowly home.