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Summer rises from deep beneath the earth,
its hot body separating into ribbons
of imagined sweetness
which worm their way through the spaces
in the loose gravel, and follow the paths
bacteria made in rich loam,
moving always towards open air
and a vulnerable sky.
And the people outside. The ones sitting
on mowed grass, uncomfortable as stubble
in a kiss:
they feel the world, moving under them,
rearranging its organs in slight
economical ways; and summer-ribbons
curl around their anklebones
tickle the perspiring backs of their knees.
They dream
June dreams
while the sun slows down
and the day decides
it does not want to die.
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