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| BANSHEE HIGHWAY |
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the highway stretches out between dots on maps real only to truckers cb connecting and to tourists summer tripping through careful disguises of wannabe fishermen or backwoods hunters over the gossip at the post office and chats at the grocery store the highway whines get outtatown get outtatown at night it wails doitnow whileyoucan doitnow at the foot of the town the lake lies serene storms at will recovers evening composure to serenades sung by frogs happinessishere touchjoy now mornings I drive to work down the highway out of town knowing later in the day I'll turn around come back to cast about among the wailings and the songs |
| BARBARA PHILLIPS |