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John McCullough - City of Winds
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City of Winds
John McCullough

And I bound along the prom, fizzing from your text.
You’re dreadful, making me so reckless—the distant slap
of a flip-flop and whoosh   here I go again       kiting        
off to the bandstand   or higher regions of the air.         

In this world without objects       a basketball is its bounce
wet stones become their shine   deep colours I could enter
curl up in for years.       The wind is pure smell       ventures
over oceans   just to reach the grubby motel       of my lungs.         

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