On a translucent
unraveled afternoon
The shadow of a man
at the trampoline bar
Wrote thirty-one pieces
of quadrangle verse
And stuck them on
the insipid grey walls
Of the colour of
stale nocturnal flowers
And the aroma
of crisp washed fabric
Soaked in pale yellow
tambourine strokes
Like fresh, half-burnt
newspaper squares
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