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cinquains for Coalinga Jct.
 
 
wagons
used to stop here
now it's the overnight
bus in the vacant farmlands rests
at night
 
 
gray soil
marches across
the mist to town and wan
green grass bewilders like the sound
of nought
 
 
doubtless
there is the world
to be considered yet
hereabouts are the beginnings
of life

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