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CONTINENTAL DRIFT - Poem

 


CONTINENTAL DRIFT
 
(Copyright 2018, by Dave Kiffer)

After a while, you begin
To lose track of the times
You have gone to bed
On one rain swept coast
And woken up on the other

No, you weren’t teleported
Over the barren Fly Overs,
You were aware of each
Irrigated mile passing,
The conveyored slo-mo tableau
 
Still, it is always a quick dash
Compared to the endless slog
Your great grandparents made
Before trains, roads and now planes
Evaporated the time on task
 
But in some ways you are
Moving slower across the miles,
Your jet setting is diminishing
Along with your ergonomic throne,
As you become Continental Drift



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