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Santa Fe Depot Norman, Oklahoma |
“The best
poems come like freight trains. The next
thought follows from before until at last nothing remains on the sky but the
graying stains left by pale smoke on waning clouds . . . One watches the word ‘Santa
Fe’ rolling by on the boxcar door until at last nothing remains but to write it
before the plains roll the world to the western shore.”
-from the poem “The Writing
Process” by Benjamin Meyers
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