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sub par in a window

looking downwind toward the docks

smell that salt and laugh, snort

chortle and lift the skirt

tiptoe

parade

aloft, hear the gulls not as white

and wink

shake and collect

quiver and rethink in doubt

fix that strap

prominent veins running over a smooth ankle bone

satellite view of impressions in some rocky range

pilfered, beauty is

wrong place, wrong

eh, it never ends and is all around

forget it