It’s the first avenue downtown it’s a barbeque joint husking
the bend by the bridge it’s a filling station it’s white paint
flecking off brick it’s a sidewalk paraded by the girls
in white dresses grip crisp stems it’s they are wearing it’s
standing on bales stacked five high it’s heavying bolls
blossom into spindle wheels it’s unsung hands it’s upping
branches like flags it’s an empty grocery it’s &
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