you said sunlight
wave after wave
is an endless mercy
given to us all

Greenville, 10 AM
I see water dripping off
their tiny black hands in the street
i hear their laughter echoing out
like wind chimes up the shadows of the city block
heat flows out of their purple heads
and carries up into the chlorine air
into the orchestra of traffic
through which
we vanish
like smoke

your halo eyes
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i am drained like
a man in the summer
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3rd street is an open casket
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oranges are
a
creature
of
the
sun
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indian summer in my heart