July’s Hazy Motives
So, on one white hot day,
shelled by enduring haze,
I elicit one last coherent breath.
A sweet peace breeze duels my lungs
as I fall deep into simmering apathy.
On the silent evening of a white hot day
cool tension flies with the wind.
Hazy convincing glances offer clues of a place to seek.
Quietly, I careen through another day.
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