Hand over hand straight to left
A thou­sand hands, wheel too hot to touch,
an noon, on Wake or Saipan.

A thou­sand might be mil­lions,
The miles from home or to the next shore;
or lost friends or enemies.

Com­fort of this hard­ened wheel
Some­thing of home or of some­hwhere cool
of Buicks and girls and seasons.

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  1. Kathleen says:

    Very nice. When I saw the image I thought that per­haps it was taken with the Has­sel­blad and I tried check­ing for EXIF data on Flickr, which did not exist, lead­ing me fur­ther to assume the Hasselblad.

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