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Bending Catullus drew the scent of the tomato plant towards us the strain of memory friendships serial exploits suspended his quiet breathless concern slid his left hand into the waisband …

Bending Catullus
drew the scent of the tomato
plant towards us

the strain of memory
friendships serial exploits
suspended

his quiet breathless
concern slid his left hand
into the waisband

it was like this all fall and
part way into the winter

Glen Lowry

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