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Sham
The woman swam for her son —
shawl, nasal wail and a howl for
the man with the anvil jowls
to no avail:
vanilla ash and
he was a no-show.
The son, in a hail of vain wish —
small, slim snow
from liminal to vanish:
mail on the null-sail.
What's more, there was rain in my collar and I needed a sandwich. The clouds
were still bunched up in the sky like a gang on a street corner, and it looked
to me like they had the sun pretty effectively intimidated.
-- Jonathan Lethem, "Gun, with Occasional Music"
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