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under a photograph of the moon
awake all night
drawn by the tide


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to the rich
the scent of diamonds
is more potent than any perfume of flowers


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a black woman across the street
riding my midheaven
the perfectest moon


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the peach trees of August melt the sun’s mouth

      Robert Marsland

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