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windows will rattle, air will thicken. Step
into the corridor, slide the cabin
door closed. The horizon is an eyelash
on the haze. Lean your head out the window
into the air, smell the diesel tang.
Poetry from Rico Craig
Poetry from Rico Craig
3
windows will rattle, air will thicken. Step
into the corridor, slide the cabin
door closed. The horizon is an eyelash
on the haze. Lean your head out the window
into the air, smell the diesel tang.
Rico Craig 