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Dalia |
Every enclave, super-rich.
There is dynamite in fertile soil.
Mighty monsters bite their nails,
fumigating lights from their credits.
Minstrels chiming bite their hunger,
consuming their last debris.
All navigating veins
of city-spells and country-vines.
Hollyhocks and gullies of fern
Trapeze before flashing lights.
Middled-out melon rinds
disperse in plastic flames.
Rats flit and flicker
past carousel shambles.
Marble steps lead to ceiling paintings,
when market prices are each to each.
At street crossings,
magnolias and firewood are here and to come.
Labels: Dalia
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