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dead summer holds
an afternoon heat haunt
hello
chin to shoulder
to glimpse and--
left so soon?
or only the billowing
white curtain cotton
reaching into sunlit room
close, dying stars
have such long
shining fingers
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ahh, the last stanza catches the reader when she falls...