Hot Summer July
the sun is far from us
yet it’s glare feels close enough to light our souls on fire.
the day appearing like a ghost town in Nevada
chugging buckets of water on the old wooden porch.
all i’m expecting is that rolling tumbleweed
but the dry grass will do
the humid air doesn’t care
for the wind begs to sing
but no voice it brings
to calm the hot sheets and sizzling skin
even the fan exudes that humid heat
but the clothes dry in the mean time.
so maybe
it’s only best to stay at rest.
Copyright © Nicole Seefeld | Year Posted 2023
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