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Sicilian Odes | Racalmuto
In the almost vertical streets
Of a Sicilian town
Mid-tumble
I know a vegetable vendor
Throws his over-amplified voice
Into the plutonic hearts
Of black-wrapped grannies
Who appear with their
Rocky hands in the morning sun
To silently receive
The hair of the earth
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