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                                              the beach
                                an open panoply of exposed flesh
                                as much as can be bared
                frills and tassels in the wind

                                                              but there
                                through the bodies and umbrella stems
                                a glorious beach float nine months belly
                fully clothed in a bathing suit





beach wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
others wormhole: 1964
wind wormhole: cold wind