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Leigh Davis

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limitless, for all its severe waterline,
as hard as it gets, bony and dry
in summer, where we have only skin
and shorts on and white details without
shorts on in the tent. I recall
what catches my eye, and drop down
over the fields, a movement, something chrome
or glass over the straw fields, polar,
somewhere between a hawk and a government
man, which may or may not be a strange description -
but come backstage, dreamy, late summer
before autumn, evening before an ordinary
bed, and the range of the common aviator,
headings snaps methods        becomes apparent-



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