Summertime

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Poem

Hot wind wipes like invisible fire across burnt grass
The brittle stalks rustle underneath my itchy soles
Dry lips burst in anticipation of a cold drink
I squint against the brightness there is nowhere to hide
Except for the lizards playing peekaboo in the rockery
Lazy days stretch in front of me as I tangle my feet in clear water

It’s summer

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