In The Horse Latitudes

By  Felix Stefanile

Beyond the weathers of damage---

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That bomb the sun

To the dice-towns plummets

With its lucky danger,

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And in conspiracies

The frogs sing drunken in the lake,

Trees quicken

Like toys,

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The shining boys they leap ashore

Waving a mackerel dollar,

And the girls teehee throw flowers.

This is war