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          The capes we wear 
                 
              Superman tattooed on one arm, 
              Batman taking up the other, 
               
              original Wonder Woman on thigh, 
              you leave her, heinous, behind, 
               
              steer for Montana, last best place 
              to escape. Wine in cooler, extra capes 
               
              in the trunk, you hum I’d do anything 
              for love (but I won’t do that), 
               
              reach Missoula, Sula, Lost Trail Pass. 
              You batmobile hard into the Big Hole, 
               
              keep sharp lookout for evil in cutoffs. 
              Wisdom is a speck in the distance. 
           
            (published by Mad Swirl; republished in Best of Mad Swirl: 2020)  | 
            
              
              
              
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              Mountains, painting by Mary Dale 
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