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  EDITED VERSION: Honestly? Let the damn rain spatter you like a lover or Farmington's Lagoon rides: Rattle Snake Rapids, the famed Log Flume. Utah is a desert, an arid bowl of ribcage, half a sun-blanched skull, our palms. Fox News predicts another tsunami, or something similar: a burst fish tank of sky or a wrung, ebon beach towel. My co-workers gather, fearing the flu, pneumonia, death-of-cold. I tell them to relish this breath like ceasefire. Waterloo is our state's new name--the bellicose flame of Summer soused, outflanked. The lucky f
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It's not a fault of the poet, though. There were still plenty of thought-provoking lines for my taste:
- "...spatter you like a lover..." What a sneaky wonderful description!
- "Burst fish tank of sky, wrung towel." Oh, how true. The heavy rains here have felt exactly like that. I'm still wringing out.
- "...sketchy flame of Summer, drenched." Only to rekindle again and become a humid July.