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The Accident


Driving the mountain with the windows down
we hit a damp low-slung cloud.
The air cooled, the radio slurred its speech.
A minute later, on the other side,
the sun was shining, but the cloud
had already passed through us.


Stephen Knauth

Field

Fall 2012


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