power plant is just by corner
spitting volumes heated water
to delight of catfish and crabs
no visible black smokestacks
aerating towers four of them
defying force of wind burst
partly hidden by giant pine trees
fence swallowed by blade of grass
isolated to a short mile. no parking
probably on western side, a secret
like a center of black spider web
with beacons flashing overhead
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