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in spite of One star insists in spite of the lights, in spite of sound multiplied to the threshold of pain, in spite of climate control clawing into heat six feet beyond an open door, in spite of ocean paved for a shopping mall coastal now by virtue of workers in service to engineers determined to make land, in spite of a television tall as a house blasting edelweiss against rock from a dozen bars, in spite of the city, in spite of it all. It recalls promises countless as stars, insists there are stars, insists you can find north here even when you are sure there is no way to sail but by dead reckoning. poem © Steven Schroeder image © Mary Ann O'Donnell
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