roll down the windows: let the

sticky heat settle in: watch how calm-

ly the moon ushers out the day. so cool

with a popsicle melting in your fingers: so cool with your face

orange then red then orange again. of

course​​, sing the cicadas, of course, the kudzu

cries out,​​ of course, the clay river whispers. you asked​

for a bleeding sun, for

an evening among fireflies, for a kiss.

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