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summer sausages

the day smelled of sausages in a summer garden
not a shadow above or below the enormous blue
women sing smooth honeyed dreams
wind running through their light dresses
music shot through with soaring beauty
time cools and drives the fluff away
sordid life reveals us
bitterly drunk

6 Aug 14

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