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 Jun 2015 Ata
Helen
that's the
question
asked of
a time or
two, while
sipping from
a glass poured
for me  and you
what's at the end
of the bottle or of
the glass? I  do not
know and it seems
rude to ask. I hope
we don't drink  to
glass breaking in
reality, or try to
see the truth of
you, and me
53
Red through to violet,
Creating it with your eyes,
Floating in the sky.
54
Blue violet circles,
Swirling round in a vortex,
Central black dots spin.
55
I have nothing left,
Only tales of denial,
Life flies by too quick.
56
Wet and drizzly night,
Smelling the rain in the air,
Tinged with urban light.
 Jun 2015 Ata
Francie Lynch
Summer sands swim with them;
Their patchwork towels
Crowd them in.
Lying, shining in the sun,
On their bellies
With wet sand bums.
Shades of innocence
On their faces;
On their backs
With fleshy dunes,
Tanning lines
That start at noon.
They test the shoreline
Every so often,
To cool their curves
In Great Lakes waters.
The palpable heat
Rises in waves
From the hot, hot bods
On these Great Lakes babes.
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