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Night Winds
By Paul Cameron Brown
They made us sit alphabetically in rows.
Green oranges are sprayed systematically
in volcanic soil near pummelled surf.
One stood to answer questions,
was called after the surname,
requested permission for trivials.
Outrigger canoes with barnacles in tow splash
menacingly near coral reefs. Under a lazy orange-ripple
moon halfing itself between stages of growth,
night winds taunt puffish clouds.
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