I have had the summer within me
Baking
Broiling
Humid
Reddening my skin
Growing up in the South
And in the beginning of the Southwest
I am no stranger to summer
Months of heat
But there is shade to be found in many places
Some respite from the glare of the sun
And it makes things bearable
That only happens
When the summer is outside
And inside can be kept
Separate
When the summer is inside
There is no place to which to flee from the heat
When it is in both places
As it has been for me
It is not at all a pleasure
No comments:
Post a Comment