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Dame Blanche I rode with Emily today, all the way to the park around the track the trees wavery in the slick blue reflection- Stop! listen to me it was rooted but it was wavery in the way I saw it and the birds flew off as if the tree was taking flight Proust was there too in the white bountiful buds on the branches lit up in the lamp light on a luscious night the lonely wanderer upon the big leaf painted by Jasper Johns it was the dance floor and I tore it up to the sounds of Africa today