pure tangerine is the colour I would speak
irrepressible cherry, lemon-lime so lingering
from the jump rope times
pineapple, coconut orangeade in the
tiny hamburger palaces
frothing as you wait in line
a little dreamy as you should be
as if for a midsummer Christmas
parfait but I
lose light, lose time
while keeping in my mind the swirl of
the giant lollipops I never got to wreck my
teeth on, sweet shipwrecks at peanut
butter-logged Stuckey's
only 50 more miles
mary angela douglas 11 july 2013
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