Go back to summer days
With breadcrumbs on your dress
And angry geese and beer and ticks
Amid the heat and hate
Of men creating fame and money
I water flowers on the windowsill
Submerged in city
And the bark of dogs and people
My chest is bare because of heat. Is yours?
June 30, 2010
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