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trash alley art 003 by duane locke
trash alley art 003 : duane locke

 

her devotion to the past

by duane locke



The South wind wore
An oleander dress.

The bare arms of the wind
Were sweet.

The green dress splashed
Among herons.

The wind's body stayed
By oyster shells on shore.

The wind's body said to the sky,
"I won't tell him that I'm dead."

 

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