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Mar 2013 · 1.0k
Wave of Relief
Dorothy Grace Mar 2013
Hot sun is blistering my shoulders
My dripping sweat stings the exposed mounds
Each breath burns my lungs
My feet are pulsing cinderblocks


She waves at me,
waves away the pain--
a wave of relief
sweeps me off my feet.

— The End —