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Amanda McQuade
Happy Hour 3
hums as blowing willows
arms bounce as beach balls
flashing children wide smiles,
legs swatting helium-filled
orbs of purple and white
where Daft Punk thumps out
electro- spines glittering
like tensioned rods;
thighs rub together —
lightening bugs revving
florescent torsos
bent forward and heaving
moving as an unnoticed playground
full of glass and dice.
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