owing nothing to the days of high heeled torture
summer dresses moving freely in the warm air
all debts to Aphrodite having been paid off
in the creation of their lips
I sit and watch the flux of beauty all around me
I rise to join the fray
although the air may not be all that clean
there's still nothing like a summer in the city
July 2, 2010, Montreal
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