Pickleweed Slough

isn't more than a quarter-hitch from the half-timbred palaces...
jumping rope over the chalk lines, a breath of chain link song blares
a sort of heraldic cacophony, swings its tassels like a crinoline peacock,
and preening, promenades the sweating concrete...

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