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Capitals, yo: the little red star slapped flat on the map. Bring a magnifying glass, a microscope, and you'll see the golden statehouse dome winking under your gaze, the flag aloft with symbols. Like these: shield, staff, star, koala, defeated indigenous man. Get out your X-ray vision: see the little critters there with bills? Papers flappety-flapping, ideas getting tossed and trashed and then zoom out until you are beside the interstate, just you and billboards and cows. Smell that alfalfa air. Sweet timothy. Take this, legislation, Take this, golden dome, surveyor's line. I'm your citizen akimbo, incognito, crossing every state of mind. posted by Reen |link| 0 comments |