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a racially ambiguous girl

walks beyond the street lamp

the narrator asks her to swirl

the air is alone and the light is damp

there’s a poet around the corner, draining

a foreign message, a scarlet stamp

she reads the words, never raining

there’s light beyond the electric noise

lightening verse begins at waning

the poet tells her about the boys

their thirsty tongues know what to curl

another country comes, deploys