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Into < ?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Minneapolis,

I saw outside the plane

A hard, bright autumn.


Far below, a parking lot,

Crammed with automobiles,

Flared with momentary glory

Like Hopkins’ shook foil.


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