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Flat wetland plain beneath sharply angled hill,
The dead (dormant) grass in unexpected color,
Long triangles of orange toast floating in milk,
The backdrop conifers blackened by contrast,
Scratchboarded by snow,
A layer of fog bands the halfway point,
And, unbound, dims the hills beyond.
A thousand roadside scenes like this,
A photograph of it would be boring,
Too simple a landscape to be remembered.

New York, Upstate
There is no construction ahead.
The signs are shrouded in black.
The shrouds don’t fit.
The red-orange edges glow dangerously
When the headlights hit them.
Sign after sign.
Warning of nothing.