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Notes Taken on a Walk to a City Park
Apples hang like heavy
dangling genitalia --
how round and mouth-sweet.
Cicada choruses
replace drunken bees in the hot
dome of summer.
After a rain, the sky
shows us the gradients from pale
to dark blue at the end of the street.
Arches of stained glass
peaked at the top like gravestones
beckon to passers by.
People lie on benches
arms all over their faces
darkening in the yellow light.
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