Somewhere, a river eats up the miles-
Counting out trestles and railroad ties,
Teeth all shining, like a million minnows;
A fishing school, where the pavement dies.
Somewhere, a highway eats the Redwoods
Spitting each one in a metal box;
Their trunks neatly folding like dominoes,
In endless rows, on endless docks.
Somewhere’s a place I may never go-
Where there’s somewhere people, I’ll never meet;
Where nature and machine clash in endless wars,
In an endless somewhere’s endless streets.
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