Summer

4 Jul

Summer splinters shafts of light; cicadas drone deadly.  Skies shatter, spilling heat; time is lodged unyielding and excessive.   Out the throat, rhythms are ruptured, abruptly ended.  “Wait,” viscous words whisper.  (Entertaining aspects and unpredictable elements are due to align. . . .)

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