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food dreams come in famine 

  in August, gushing gutters 

     but a misty memory 

cumulus nimbus mirages 

    fogbanks precipitate out 

        only thirsty smog 

my damp Irish DNA 

   spirals round arroyo seco 

         understands how raisins feel 

even poppies peter out 

  even coast oaks want a dusting 

     even blackberries lose their grip 

just then like cherry Popsicle 

  like carnival pinwheel 

     like the Good Humor truck 

naked as Adam’s Eve 

  giggly as Double Bubble 

     leggy as Norma Jean 

beloved Amaryllis 

  leaps from dessication 

     pink-lemonade for dusty eyes