humidity
moist.
the most—singular—way
to describe
summer
in this state.
see sleepy roads—narrow,
bumpy—drip
with oak & maple trees; tulip
poplars, magnolias rustle
and lean in
close.
see sunlight splash through come-hither
leaves; puddle and pool
in the gutter,
sloshing.
and always—you can never
forget—to fail to
escape
the prick
of frustrated sweat.
it’s how you know you’re here.
july 29, 2007
