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Lakefront Dusk, Late August

Fat boys with the breasts
of pubescent girls
take off their shirts
do cannonballs off the dock.

Toddler soils his pants
squeals on the beachfront.
Auntie strips him down
washes him in the lake.

Devil’s darning needles
stitch the fading sky with
random dancing patterns
of appetite and death.

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