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By Jack Joseph Smith

And first comes the American thumb For awhile out there, I didn't see anything, that I'd seen before Later when I got lazy, there were buses and airplaine's; but then again, two kinds of trains Interlocking my way summen wet and sun dary Finally when I saw a figure sprinting aeross the sky, or footprints in the clounds, I knew I was not me It was not like growing up, where you say, you know, I've thought about this before None of it was as hard as war, like going to heaven, like going to hell

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GPT

Hitchhiking, buses, airplanes, two kinds of trains, and a figure sprinting across the sky make travel estrange the self more deeply than memory, war, heaven, or hell.

The American thumb begins as rough immediacy, then later forms of travel seem almost decadent by comparison. Wet summers, dry sun, interlocking trains, and footprints in the clouds turn movement into a visionary sequence where the speaker no longer recognizes himself. War remains the hardest measure, but the poem keeps testing travel against the same extremes usually reserved for the afterlife.

Claude

'And first comes the American thumb': out there seeing nothing he'd seen before, then buses and airplanes, then two kinds of trains. Finally a figure sprinting across the sky or footprints in the clouds — 'I knew I was not me.' As hard as war, like going to heaven, like going to hell.