summer
hot
the sticky tack of asphalt
floating
heat
breathe
stink hot
sunburnt lips from earlier
bed, cool by comparison -
still hot.
darkness
crickets
fall slowly asleep
fall slowly asleep
pine -
whisper of needles
- smell of pine
close
stifle
eyes open
dim silhouette - needled branches, over
a dark dark gray square
night
here comes
a car rolls by outside
tires fade away,
sticky
licking the street
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