Descending out of heaven
Into 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.
Descending out of heaven
Into 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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