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Summer Samba

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Leggings below long skirts
against the chill of the fog —
stiff coastal breeze keeping
kayakers in sea spray,
down jackets, bonfires at campsites

Not like the summers I knew
in Sacramento, triple digits,
or over the Great Plains,
heat and humidity
both in the nineties.

No, it's a Humboldt heat-wave —
maybe a little out-of-control
dumpster blaze in Old Town,
reducing a historical landmark to history
   In five alarms.

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