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Leaving Ocean Beach—Published in San Diego Poetry Annual 2012

March 8, 2013

Driving away from the ocean, I fall in behind a man with no legs
Raising his hands to propel his bike, a windsock marks his spot
A plane flies over
Driving meditation?

 He is going fast
I am going slow
Yet we are both traveling at the same speed

For now there is the road
The sky, the plane
And the space between us

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