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A sunny day...


Sunna shrugs her shawl;
bares a round shoulder
and flirts with the city of Chicago.
Seduced, my own shoulders call.
My dress longs for its own shrugging
and reaches for the sidewalk.

My skin has remembered itself.
I recognize the tulip,
the rooster, the loaf of bread.
Heat soaks in, peeling back
a thousand nights of winter.
I rise, I open, I crow.


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