high
summer hums
my garden all green and pink
hums with the engine of industrial refrigeration
I get this headache they are ships
in port engines on
ready to depart
not quite here
I imagine them the neighbours
cold slabbed like the
importunate
in Goodfellas
locked up against the summer
packing heat into the future
when we fall
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