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Dec 2020
From
the veil of
trees, I can
peer into
your window,
and count
the family,
imagine them
gone to bed,
dreaming of blue,
"underwater, unaware."

Those summer
evaporations tickle
my skin,
bring on such
an observational
itch:
how you,
freshly out
of the pool,
bloomed
brightly on
Betamax.
Carlo C Gomez
Written by
Carlo C Gomez  54/M/The Exclusion Zone
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)   
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