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Sancho Panza's Melody
august haze
the magnolia blooms still
fair-scented and pretty;
new roads (adventurous)
the sun fades
behind cumulous (aromas of tar;
aromas of her
catching up with the east)
west sleeps
in a daze of big stars
and large woody areas (the lot);
sun shines signs
of LA, the Puget Sound
mourns the morning
(in the mist: the memory
of dead presidents) exchanging
hands like a game of spades,
tonk, hearts, poker, pitty-pat: aces
& jokers, deuce’s wild
“Hi, honey -
you lay down, I
fold; you fold
I’ll lay fair-scented & pretty.”
magnolia blooms
august haze and crumpled dollar
bills in the hand of a
vagabond.
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