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paving the way
i drove past the asphalt plant last night.
steadily churning out its blackness,
it smelled of roads to nowhere.
Raymond Sapienza lives and writes
in Pittsburgh, PA
but no longer enjoys the weather there.
He has published one book of poetry,
Tumbled Streams, and is sporadically
at work on a second,
third and fourth.
His poems have been published in
Medusa Literature and (if you are reading this)
Kill Poet Press. He prefers to keep a low profile
and doesn’t like to be taken too seriously.
