Tank Tops and Less

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Orlando’s sun treads down upon the park,

Eola, with its oddity, the spray

Of water on a fountain (in the dark

Effective but redundant in the day).

This sun treads down upon the coasts to east

And west so people on the beaches take

Off clothing.  Heat from heavy, sun-like beast

Increases moisture in the air from lake

And wetness everywhere and so the land

Is trodden down by watery, sweat-like air.

The armpits shaved and otherwise are spanned

By solar weight as drops slip down from hair.

  Around the parks and beaches men look out

    For sex as if in steam baths all about.