WHAT WE DON'T SEE
WHEN WE SEE
It's truly ghostly, how the land has been
changed and transformed, how the colors
and lines of hills are marked only by the
passing of cubes and boxes and things
overhead. The happy secretaries will
be driving to work? The tepid salesman,
with the briefcase, will come strolling
in from his 28-mile commute? All
excellence of mime and pattern shall
be adaptable to whatever we choose:
roadways and parking lots, street
crossings and travel parks? Or
just people, paying dues?
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