In Air I remember how easy it isto be swiped from the worldlike an ant from a page.Traversing the third line–flowers are blooming everywhere–and then falling,like the wings of a bird in glide,I rememberhow inappropriate it can be.But I never quite knewwhat went through the ant’s mindas it was catapulting into thefrantic whiskers of grassand I…

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