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a poem by Lyn Lifshin

Almost the End of July

on the metro
until the tunnel
it’s stifling with
little time to
write. Each
image flaunts
its lips, large
breasts, in a
shocking pink
low cut top
shimmer like
white caps. silver
with onyx horses,
the darkness
of them against

a red sea



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