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mid the morning

rain

the flags hang

like wet feathers

and the streets

are high gloss

and the guy crossing it

is baptized

on his bald head

and the lights

are blinking red

and the woods

are wet

with spring

and the fruit

in the bin

is turning …

like a woman

like a man

peeling back

to core

before there was

a layer

or a shape

or a shade

or a scent

before there was

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Published inTamiko Lowery