MILEPOST 100
This all rolls by so quickly.
One minute here, and another
we're somewhere else. Maybe
they call that relativity too,
but my uncle's nowhere to be
seen. I feel idle, and singular.
Yet we're all in this car as one.
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Blue water, and crescent ice.
Off to the right, some radar
conning tower like it was 1960
and the Soviets were on our heels.
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