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Summertime and women hang their clothes
from the fire-escapes of red-brick buildings.
I have learned to love this city’s prose
staring at them from the street and shielding
zealous eyes from blinding rays, as I
walked to school and took in all the splendor.
Wearied, aged, and powerful, and tender, --
those were merely angels in the sky.