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Comments about James Applewhite
As on a crowded Interstate the drivers in boredom
or irritation speed ahead or lag (taken with sudden
enthusiasms for seventy-five), surging ahead a little by
weaving between lanes but still
staying pretty much even, so too the seeker in language
ranges ahead and behind--exiting and rejoining
a rushing multitude so closely linked that,
if seen from above, from the height
of the jet now descending, we present one
stasis of lights: feeling our freedom though
when seen from above, in the deepening twilight,
the pattern we bead is constant.