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Catherine Coy
Prayer for the Suburbs
Let them be safe as houses, lined up
like people waiting for something to happen.
Let them be square as boxes,
more square than milk cartons.
Let them keep a small distance
from the sidewalk and the curb,
some space to breathe, but just enough
to separate what is mortgaged
from what the town maintains.
Let them marvel at
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The great, grey eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.
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