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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 sunnen wet and sun dry Finally when I saw a figure sprinting across the sky, or footprints in the clouds, 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. The source phrase sunnen wet and sun dry, 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

Travel escalates and then estranges: it begins with 'the American thumb', where 'I didn't see anything, / that I'd seen before', then 'buses and airplaine's', then 'two kinds of trains / Interlocking my way sunnen wet and sun dry.' The sequence turns visionary -- 'a figure sprinting / across the sky, or footprints in / the clouds' -- and ends in lost identity: 'I knew I was not me.' Unlike the recognitions of growing up, this is measured against the extremes, 'None of it was as hard as war, / like going to heaven, / like going to hell.'