Poem

As the Crow Flies

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Down the alley and over the fence. Across the field, behind the waterworks. C-section, getaway car, skip a grade.

Canoes and portages, the Cumberland Gap, the Silk Road, express train, the Suez Canal. Get me there, get me there sooner.

Squeeze through, scooch under, flying leap. Trapdoor, hidden staircase, escape ladder. And here is the ribbon on a branch to mark

the shortcut to the beach, the edge, the brink. Let me stay here a little longer.