Into August
Tucked under layers
of skin and cloth
I am on the other side of the window.
——-
Here, I’ve surrendered
to 3 o’clock in the afternoon.
The long shadows
and the thick air
create a likely bond
agreeing to bury me deeper
and deeper
into this lazy stupor.
——-
But there is is no comparison
to ice cold air
and immobile fingers
which keep me constantly moving
and moving
just to keep warm.
——-
Says the Fall and Spring:
“To each their own!”
I suppose.
(2013)
What can I say? I love a lazy summer day, but I often miss the colder months.
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