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Toward Pittsburgh

Night falls between mountain ridges,

open car windows and headlights on,

lullaby of tiresong beside cow farms,

faded Mail Pouch Tobacco billboard

painted on the side of an old barn.

Fragrant alfalfa breath of summer

darkness settles like gossamer hands

enfolding a postage-stamp grass meadow,

edge of the woods by the interstate

south of Breezewood and the Turnpike;

U2’s “Promenade” pulses low on the car stereo,

and you, behind the wheel, steady as years.

Light by quiet light, Edward Hopper’s America

nestles into its small, white, box houses,

blue glow of computer and TV screens

spilling out through upstairs bedroom curtains.

Slide show, seaside town. Coca-cola, football radio,

radio, radio, radio, radio, radio …

Thin fog hugs the farm fields’ edges;

fireflies glitter the treetops:

hold this moment, a little longer.