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 Sweltering so 
the crickets knew something had to give. 
The call to come 
always interrupts dinner. 
Words 
that cannot be uttered at this table. 
Take leave to scream at the sky.
But we will return. 
Honestly. 

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Put wordless before me a photograph

Only

If it tastes of all you hope I’ll receive

Then will my skin feel the blanket surround 

Finally 

The sound of your shore can make glad these ears

Though the flash of your most honest scene blinds me

I’m left kissed by the scent of altitude