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Pastoral (Radio)

Out of range the stations’ signals confuse—

like grasses, crossing. Over the fields,

a field of waves. I have thrown my voice into

the future. I’ve called after

it to return. Like the radio,

I’m waiting for something to come, flickering

meanwhile with half-songs.    

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   Contributor’s notes

   Pastoral (Future Interstate)
   Pastoral (Radio)
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