in the heat, not Arizona hot,
I sit or stand and I cling to myself,
not by timidity but humidity,
sky blue and polarized hue,
the asphalt, black absorbing my cool,
until I climb into the shower,
and have the steam take the
impurities away.

in the heat, not Death Valley hot,
I move in the heat still feeling the air
spill the oxygen on to the sidewalk cooker,
grass green, wilting under the molten ball
green radiator liquid bursts from cars,
reflected light blinds first and burns skin
water droplets steam, take all the impurities,
away, lifting me up

and away

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