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Shively in July

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Pepperwood dust hung

in sausage curls

by the long, sweet

face of the river.

We ate Co-op bread

from paper sacks as our

bare feet thrummed nature's anthem,

accompanied by ants,

choired by trees,

in

perfect

harmonic

summerese.

Jenny Lovewell

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