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The Late September Dogs.

the rathe scramble nimbly
rushing down the clown-queue
accruals unit crinoid

creak of the door forward
losing dream alizarin

Fools in Love.

"SUMMER SOLSTICE AT STONEHENGE (Palindrome)

Sun!
In my halo,
open,
I mull its altar: All.
I plait its lost light.
I lag, emanating:
I lay a ray, align.
I tan a megalith gilt.
Solstitial pillar, at last illumine —
pool a hymn in us."

--@Anthony_Etherin

River Roll.