Far above the dome
Of the capitol -
It's true!
A large bird soars
Against white cloud,
Wings arced,
Sailing easy in this
Humid Southern sun-burned
breeze -
the dark suited policeman
watches tourist cars -
And the center,
The center of power is nothing!
Nothing here.
Old white domes,
Strangely quiet people,
Earth-sky-bird patterns
Idly interlacing
The world does what it pleases.
Gary Snyder
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