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Two Poems
by Hugh Martin
Traffic Control Point In armor, sweat, and skin, I sat in the Humvee’s shell of steel. Miles of traffic moved down the freeway, north to Baghdad, engines shaking, vehicles blurring against ghosts of the pavement’s heat. | |

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