catching bugs
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driving home through
goddess country
eastern oregon snow
zone signs line the
highway ubiquitously
in july with the sun
settling in pulsating
waves on rolling hills
and the steady road
ahead unassuming
bugs meet an early
demise by surprise on
our windshield passing
fast with a splat then
splat then splat splat…
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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