The tumblers

of the day

turned down

locked out

a yellow sun

pushed up

and out

by hounds

howling at

a smiling

round moon

with a cheesy

smile smiling

into a crowd

rightly smelling

the jazz

splashing fast

over them

like rain

of summer

warm with wet

finding faces

and staining


their insides

believing in

the sound.






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