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It was October
and the air was filled with bodies
solid, soft and sweaty
and the sky was damp and warm

and the streets were empty
because if you stepped outside
you were pressed
from every direction
until you were a condensed version of yourself
who could do nothing but stumble back inside
to expand into a form that became increasingly diluted every time it happened

and the people of the city were compressed until they were bone-dry
in the air that was heavy with moisture

and the Jacaranda trees burst
spewing delicate lavender flowers
that spilled over the pavement and turned to slime in the gutters
and the magpies watched from the branches
with their glossy feathers, sharp beaks and black eyes
intelligent in the worst kind of way

and the children were dipped in oil, then bleach
sand, then salt
scrubbed and stung until they slumped into bed
where the possums crawled over you by night
and the flies by day
intelligent, I think,
in the worst kind of way

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theatregirlThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Oct. 11, 2012 at 5:41 pm:
pretty, i love seasonal poems! it remind of poem i tryign finish called The Color of The Tree (i haven't submited yet, but i plan too)
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