Unseasonably Warm

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I am summer’s multiple flavors;

white and airy and floating,

black and wet and passionately hungry,

brown and murky and rushing unchallenged.

I am summer in the midst of

the blue lit and dry striking winter.

I am an 80 degree day in late February;

triumphant as an eccentricity of nature,

loved dishonestly and only briefly.



Blackout Poetry #1


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