She closed the blinds;
couldn't see. Thought about it,
heard stuff like walk talk
sauntering down the loose-leaved aisles.
Read about it, could sense the
brisk lips floating, spitting
kaleidoscopes on the window pane.
Loud, unbearable rainbows.
Twirled around like little girls
weaving yarn on wood
with soft feet, kissing. She
Dreamt about it, long ago.
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