Portrait of a Town Slowing
Rain fell, wanting to sizzle in the heat.
Instead, it splashed the sea in her pursuit
to tangle in the wind. Never was a day
more perfect to have long hair when the
breeze licked mine from the bottom up with
its slow, thick tongue. Town ceased from
the outside but its guts were still red
Spoon-like, tiny bodies invaded the shops.
I decided to let my shirt flatten on
taking off my flip-flops and floating
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