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City of Winds
John McCullough
And I bound along the prom, fizzing from your text.
You’re dreadful, making me so reckless—the distant slap
of a flip-flop and whoosh here I go again kiting
off to the bandstand or higher regions of the air.
In this world without objects a basketball is its bounce
wet stones become their shine deep colours I could enter
curl up in for years. The wind is pure smell ventures
over oceans just to reach the grubby motel of my lungs.
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