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Sitting on the front steps
She is stretched out
head leaned back, headphones on

Sleeves and pant legs rolled up
eyes closed under her shades
facing west; begging for a sunburn

Her paleness notwithstanding,
she is dreaming of perfectly tan skin
one shade darker than toast

She imagines her yard as a beach
the street= the ocean
her water bottle= a tropical drink

My pitcher of cold water is going to come as a shock

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