Sunday, August 25, 2013

Resource

Outer limits.
One's summary may just begin at the horizon.
I look out over a cloudless, summer sea.
Heat has left a pink haze over things.
Cicadas. Wind.
One more day! He deserves this.
The water,
hot air,
even the insects
act as reservoir,
stretching reserves.

Here's the pool I want him to find,
midafternoon,
on such a day as this.


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