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			Water Sprinklers

A She
So plain that
She was 
Passed by in front of 	
This Morning

		While behind her streamed angry currents
		Of flaming water that strained
		To extinguish the terrible burning blue
		Of a Late September

In mute futility,
The mist, the mist,
It fell amidst discreet
Green blades
Of Fire