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The hound winds down the road with tongue askance,
his passing no relief to children’s dance.
Their feints remain of laughter,cries out loud
and kicks of dust below a desert shroud.
Encrusted mill of friends and foes around
shifts back and forth with ghosted creeping sound-
an earth near stopped to see insanities
off to prowl pretended causalities.
The flag-stripped orbit of a pole unspun
with rings of ash, a rose-shift-world undone.