perched on a fist
out in the wild
Atlantic where we
shelve caricatures
of ourselves for
the sweet, barren
dunes of art,
freedom and
most indecent
pleasure,
colorful tackle
hung from store
fronts down
Commercial, bait
for our eyes
that dart away
from the other
like minnow
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