Tuesday, August 30, 2011

summer prose

this isn't good enough to be called "prose," but i feel like a poem, tonight...

sultry evening
hotter still
burns the daylight
come, it will
until sunshine
sears the skin
give me darkness
cool and thin
sleeping husband
snuggled pet
lucky, happy
i don't sweat.

thank GOD for a/c.
102 degrees.
yet, i am cool.

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