Summer
Evokes something
within mortality.
A coloured nature
humans are everywhere
like the incadescant
litter
from their pockets.
Lighting cigarettes
on a dusty amber verandah
sudents who race home
backpacks like balloons
and trees heavy with fruit and music
are grasped at
by hungry travellers
foraging for thirst quenching
pastilles of bursting sweet
raindrops of sour tasty
brilliant harvests
of heat and fertility
that is summer.
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