Hot
Summer sun scorches
The breath still.
Morning wave
Buries its hate
In scratching grass-sounds.
Floating yellow
Line of sight bends
In brain-sensed tease.
Echos
Empty canyons fall
Beyond stillness.
Caution winds silent spirals,
Soaring distance -- unswerving sight.
Melted minutes
Sultry stares
Torrid tease
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC
Hot
Summer sun scorches
The breath still.
Morning wave
Buries its hate
In scratching grass-sounds.
Floating yellow
Line of sight bends
In brain-sensed tease.
Echos
Empty canyons fall
Beyond stillness.
Caution winds silent spirals,
Soaring distance -- unswerving sight.
Melted minutes
Sultry stares
Torrid tease
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