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Prayer on I-90
Erie etches counterfeits of white
onto the town, a scarious gravure
of ice, deceptive in its pleasantness.
The scene admits some beauty, I am sure,
from high above the city. I confess
I've never seen it blanketed at night
as heaven must, a globe of shaken flurries
dazzling the ground. I only know
the bobsled run of traffic, dodging trucks,
and staying out of ditches. Lovely show,
God. Take it on the road. I hear Canucks
have money, leisure time and fewer worries.
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Originally "Prayer on Interstate 90", the new title is snappier.
No one liked "scarious gravure." How am I supposed to revise that?
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