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wThe maybe-girl man plays sax ww26 Sept 2011

The sea resounds, billiard-lucid,
scaling stark-smooth ribs of sand
and licking its own deft footprints.
Witness still to the maybe-girl man
hooting a dilemma of residual sax,
throwing hot shells and elliptic gods
and vines in the face of the dark girl,
lying there.
She's alto-packeting the sun
and labelling it September