Contact The rumble strip that wakes the teen Who’s fallen asleep driving her friends Home from the mall is kinder than Countless human beings though It is only a strip of corrugated asphalt. Same too with the net of woven wire That catches the man who jumps Off the bridge, having resisted The urge to look down before He leapt lest he lose heart. Same too with the ramp designed To stop runaway trucks in the mountains. The tracks in the sand are signs It happens. If aliens were to see These inanimate things we place In the way of future strangers, They might hover closer, inspired To make contact and deliver to us The exquisite jewels mined Out of the red dirt of their planet, The light of which heals, Until they get close enough to See what we do to each other.
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Contact The rumble strip that wakes the teen Who’s fallen asleep driving her friends Home from the mall is kinder than Countless human beings though It is only a strip of corrugated asphalt. Same too with the net of woven wire That catches the man who jumps Off the bridge, having resisted The urge to look down before He leapt lest he lose heart. Same too with the ramp designed To stop runaway trucks in the mountains. The tracks in the sand are signs It happens. If aliens were to see These inanimate things we place In the way of future strangers, They might hover closer, inspired To make contact and deliver to us The exquisite jewels mined Out of the red dirt of their planet, The light of which heals, Until they get close enough to See what we do to each other.