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Carnival
The world rolls under the sun
that swells the air that stands or moves.
And while some men sit and lean on their knees
and some girls smile, there is another
person who watches from the shade. The ex-patient
wipes her mouth like it's filled with red gold.
She pulls the sensation all the way
out into the air and the sun while this world
forever rolls around.
Copyright Louise Robertson
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Copyright Louise Robertson