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UROK
Mardi Gras Glimpse 2024
through sturdy tame
brick streets descend
in a kind of pastel
mist
lightly the sky’s
touch
unanchored
here’s who we are
dusk scamper for the
city
into the care folds
of night
like a long train of
difference
everyone has
it’s all the bright
thereof
that’s what we party
with
and can’t you hear
the heart?
as wild as bold as
free
how it beats for one
and all
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