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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Bucolic Poem [XLIX]
At the pond's edge, where the swans float, the boyfriends
(long-haired, slender) have removed their shoes and shirts;
beneath their cargos' baggy cuffs, their fragrant
socks are slightly damp as they kiss; the sun is
erect at high noon.
Starward
