M. Scott Douglas, motorcyclist and publisher of Breaking Down Familiar, has once again accepted a poem of mine for his magazine, Main Street Rag. The poem, “First Flyover,” tells the mysterious story of the Nazca Lines, constructed in harsh Peruvian desert about the time of Christ. The mind-boggling aspect of it is that the designs are so large they could only be recognized for their distinctive—often animal—shapes from an elevation, of which there are none in the vicinity. So it was a pilot in 1939 who first took in Nazca Lines for what they were. The poem puzzles how these pre-Incan geoglyphers were able to create at such a scale designs they could not see. I look forward to seeing this poem in print.