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I swim out of
afternoons in sun-hot meditation
dripping thoughts
of heat and loss,
singing mantras of lethargy,
lost in steam rising
from cracks in the sidewalk.
No breeze today.
In afternoon delirium
I hear the childhood bells
of phantom ice cream trucks
and the silent
centuries of day laborers
melting into street corners.
But time will soon bring October
to the railroad earth
and with it an ease
to this season's oppression
and light air
to blow life back into my thoughts.
EPILOGUE
10-24-97
This morning I saw my breath
puffs of fog
chilled crystals
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