a
heat wave
can
test the bounds
of
your imagination
you
look for an escape
as
you swallow hard
on
every thought
your
skin speaks
a
different language
as
it turns to sandpaper
when
the river finally appears
let
it touch your feet
kiss
the willows as they're drooping
like
a lover
waiting
for an answer
pace
each step
as
a fleeting moment
like
a long walk home
---
e b bortz
1 comment:
I feel it!
EB
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