I sat on a rock
by the rusty fence
separating the woods
from the overgrown parking lot
behind the abandoned restaurant
on the highway
leaving the city
and read a comic book
and listened
to the gamelan musicians
of the royal family of Jakarta.
Later, I passed through
a child-sized hole
in the fence
and walked past the poison ivy
growing by the stagnant creek
and stood among the asphalt markings
and shattered machines
of the extraterrestrial signaling beacon.
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