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Fahrenheit 451 5/24/92

The diffuse light of beach
Taupes the sidewalk grime.
Distant blue edges
To white horizon.
Small leaves and leavings
Shake in shoreward puffs.
Smog machines rumble by,
Their roar suffused by windows.
Every shade of person
Ghosts by in white and pastel.
Browsers unshelve volumes
And read snatches searching.
Mandala tables cluster,
And hard pens leak poetry.

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