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Sunset Swim at Ben's d'Avall
We only went to freshen
hot sticky skin
to push long
langour along our tired limbs,
cleanse dusty
heads with bristling
coolness
-
what we got
was a swim
on a brassy path
to blockbuster yellow flares
inside white fringed clouds,
purple fan-blades,
shangri-las of powdery blue
The awe of it -
how tiny the framed art,
tawdry the firework show,
boxed-in the show-biz spectacular;
what had cost nothing
was more than
our eyes could hang on to
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