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Clare A. Voyance


We aim to please the passing choirs

as they charge through the mosque

in their burgundy camaros, thinking

of Duluth & the danger of falling into

                                                               the sad Lake Superior


& her fantastic undergarments

trout are singing in the ice cream mirror

of love that lives on the street of vanquished


the air doesn’t matter to the Iroquois rating

buttons with their hats made of bells


St. Clair is calm and the moon is in love with the

beautiful rivers that dance ecstatic in sunglasses

the jet pilots are large as they explode in

the penniless sky filled with marbles