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CLEARLY

Fearlessness rode shotgun. Time drove.
The weather magnified the corncrakes
Into a spiritual reckoning, a joy
That came from somewhere: the world.

It started to rain and the birds flew,
A sight more wonderful from the open deck
Of a fast boat, or from a small plane,
To be among them, than from the ground.

We think of them as free, as liberated,
But they have other urgent questions
To answer that we find out about later.
For starters, they envy us our cars.