Monday, April 9, 2012

Summer

We sat drowning
in the haze of an amber sun
 the salt of sweat
on our tank topped shoulders
with no way to temper the weather
 we let it pour over us
 like think maple syrup
suffocating
in the blunt humidity
struggling for oxygen
licking our chalk chapped lips
watching the smudge of sun
 slowly shrinking away
in the hot summer simmer

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