Ripe orange,
Sap of the evergreen,
Robust aromas
Wafted through
Magnificent airs,
In the street of youth
Running, in dream,
To nowhere, though fast,
Before the glue-drenched airs
Of adulthood nightmare’d in,
There were the wide seas
Pacific and Atlantic,
Gulf of Mexico,
The crook’s elbow
That curved round
Impossible beached
Sea turtles,
Sharks swimming ‘round,
What danger lurked
But in abandoned freezers,
What bright death
Lurked in the crouching corners
Of schoolhouse rooms?
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