writing

Summer night

Summer nights

Feet pedal, dim streets

Hot day turned cool summer night

Blurring past full fields

Glass covered in beads

Bodies laying prostrate, still 

Sweating and sipping

Pages are dogeared 

On soft-cover books stacked high

Turn new page, new leaf

August sun waning

Heat reaches peak, climaxes

Fans turn slow and stop

 

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