Can we be happy in summer time?
The burning sit fills the glory sky.
Blue skies wonderful, wished for.
Can we be smiling through the heat that burns, while as humans we melt.
Perspiration bath.
Lobster glowing.
We seek shadows and breeze.
The sky hangs heavy above my head.
I sneeze the pollen wayward.
Again and again.
The fever of the itching eyes and tickling grass.
Raining soon.
Blessed at last.
(c)LIVVI