I   Promontory, this stretch of road, come late October When the river’s back in sight through the trees.   Tugboats, barges, the truss of the railway trestle And flocked ridge beyond where Pittsburgh is notched.   They could see our here from space, the first astronauts, The planet landmass riparian, marbled with blue,   […]

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