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Spin Cycle MAG

By Anonymous

     hot wash, spin cycle
she spins in the centre of the backyard
stretched arms slicing the sluggish heat into
manageable swallows
above her head the sun throbs incessantly
a blinding yellow and white pulse; it
ripples across the hazy blue
the soft soles of her feet find comfort
in their patterned union
with the damp earth
now she halts
collapses in a patch of clovers
head spinning with thoughts of ice cream




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i love this so much!