Tag: list poem
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That Summer
august air, earth fat sunshine and sea salt Lake glass blue as Blue, as Billings, as Wyassup where it hailed that one night and we stayed to watch the sunrise. Plenty of rain, the New England way our town like a puddle, like a fishbowl, like that Mellencamp song. Those same spooling roads still Stony Brook,…
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