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Faces in the Breeze
 
A curving swath of Black-eyed Susans bloomed
And nodded, upturned faces in the breeze,
So spawned by eighteen-wheelers as they zoomed,
A fading, rearview mirror masterpiece.

By grasshoppereyes

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