Heat
visible in waves coming off the street
baking my body to its core
a consuming sadness
competes for space stolen by hot hot
hot
sadness
at searing summer days
making me prisoner of
cooler rooms
and dreams of yellow orange red
autumn days
You write so beautifully! ♥
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Emma. I live in Southern Nevada, and can soooo relate!
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