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Which Disaster

Sauntering down the Boardwalk, shrug off the berating banners⁠—"Do Your Part"⁠—which I am so the newsdealer won't tear my ear off in righteous annoyance but he's just grouchy from last week when Mother toppled some smokestacks and retaliated with this acidic air but I couldn't care less yet still buy the paper anyhow 'cause even with that mask he's more scalding than the Sound. Her currents crash over the callous storefront-seafront like a battle cry with every inch reclaimed. Our surface-pure summer of beach balls and lifeguard podiums sunken under her rosy eventide lips, purging plastic swells to landfall, cleansing the undisturbed horizon.

Which Disaster

Sauntering down the Boardwalk, shrug off the berating banners⁠—"Do Your Part"⁠—which I am so the newsdealer won't tear my ear off in...