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The manila sun
is warming
it and warming it common
over into spring
seen
with your
thighs. Acorn green—
a tropical frog with dour
wool soviet cap. Everything
(we’re not told it)
keeps going.
Order and accident mold it.
Myrtles in the dog park
are shades at our
right hand, stock
images, lore,
a very present help
in trouble. The 60’s
tour bus—unshelfed
relic—blows past a mixte
like a hurtled
chrome diner
and cleaves the myrtle
overhang. Decomissioned silver-liner?
Elegantly half-dressed neighbors
come off their
porches, shoulders
by their ears,
arms crossed
high on their chests.
Some missed
it, but ask the rest
if they saw (though
in the passability
neighbors use), and laugh
at its impossibility.
This is how light religion
can be! After
the Ascension,
who took roster
first to break
the silence
left to chic
and useful science?
Danny, who will live
with dad
now that mom is
dead?
