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But some, like me, prefer
           the bus.

Not trains and their views
            of backyard humanity, nor

airplanes and their high-
            altitude abstractions. You wouldn’t know

the summed performance-poses
            of a thousand country homes between

each highlight city from the train. This is the angle
            the architect wanted you to see. He

predicted us driving by, big adverts
            on the plexiglass hulls, our lies

facing outward, from the angle the advert
             company wanted you to see. The windows

blackened out, this postcard world darkened
             and my hot breath on the pane, a

              certain disagreement,

               obscured by its own wet
                           fog on the glass.

(after Pat Lowther)