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Monday, June 5, 2017

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Spice in the chouriço,
five alarms in the red peppers,
fire in the diamond,
ice in the sapphire,
saxophone in “Moondance,”
drums in "We Will Rock You."
August thunderstorms
thrashing the boats of Gloucester,
February blizzards
whipping the shores of Scituate.
Hot wine of Argentina
coursing in the veins
of a tigress.
Coffee of Morocco
jolting me to attention.
Sunbursts and hurricanes,
tidal waves and tantrums.
Hesitant and delicate
as a Pamplona stampede.
Domestic and proper
as the fifth shot of whiskey.

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