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"They do not think whom they souse with spray."

---Walt Whitman, Song Of Myself, line 216.

The summer bookended by that light.

I did not think of it when I "soused wth spray"

the soft, warm, midnight blue fabric---your socks'.

I did not know the return---by morning, like this one of some day;

or whether by the starlit sable of a perfecting night;

time made mockery on calendars and clocks.

Lloyd's and Betty's smiles became smug with vengeful anticipation---

their triumph when they could leave me at that northeast location.

Starward-Led