These Damn Girls

And with fragility,

Love lines the parkway

In seventy lighted posts,

Quivering in puddles.

Some wretched experience

Exploited me, or I it,

And the heaviness

Floats upward

From gut to heart.

And in youth,

I moan fairly.

After all,

It is youth.

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