Under A Telephone Pole

I AM a copper wire slung in the air,Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrumming:It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and thetears, the work and want,Death and laughter of men and women passing throughme, carrier of your speech,In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and theshine drying,A copper wire.

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