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city in no time From here to the city in the direction of sunrise nothing but cranes rising over a canyon snaking east where the subway will be, east to where the subway is now. And this field of cranes will be city in no time, like the one on the horizon, like the one on the other side of the bay. In no time, space transformed into place, dwelling on it, dwelling there, dwelling on what was not there before. poem © Steven Schroeder image © Mary Ann O'Donnell
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