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Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy! <br /> Look at me! </p> </div>)

Florida Road Workers + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hey, Buddy, look! <br /> I'm makin' a road! </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p>High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>His rut-skipping car overtook the mud-walloping Gomez-Dep in an hour, and pulled it out of the mud. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>His tone was so fatherly that I knew only gratitude for being saved from two months in a Texas dungeon. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>His voice became indulgently reassuring. We felt we had done well to wait over a day, and trust to Southern chivalry. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>His voice was cordial; he was their old friend; faithful watcher of their progress. Claire found herself dimpling at him. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, holy, sang the choir,<br /> From singing holy seemed to never tire,<br /> We were told it was an anthem grand,<br /> Sung in churches through the land. </p> </div>)
Sung by the Choir + (<div class="poem"> <p>Holy, holy, on they sang,<br /> The church with holy, holy, rang,<br /> They kept right on to holy sing,<br /> We thought a change the proper thing. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>Hope and fear are neck and neck: which is it near the course’s end <br /> Crashes, having lost his nerve; is overtaken on the bend? </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
The Spirit of Transportation + (<div class="poem"> <p>I am the Spirit of Things that Are,<br /> Born of an urgent need,<br /> Of the Force that lies<br /> In a Man's surmise<br /> In a day ere the Age of Speed. </p> </div>)
Quatrains + (<div class="poem"> <p>I answered Her: The choice is mine—ah, no!<br /> We all were made or marred long, long ago.<br /> The parts are written; hear the super wail:<br /> "Who is stage-managing this cosmic show?" </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I breathe the imperishable breath,<br /> I trespass the bounds of death––<br /> For my heart knows all the way<br /> To the eternal day. </p> </div>)
Washington Square + (<div class="poem"> <p>I cannot go:<br /> I dream that behind a window one wakes, a woman:<br /> She is thinking of me. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>I follow, I follow––I'll wend<br /> My way on this road to the end;<br /> Silence may keep to the sea,<br /> On land no light shines free. </p> </div>)