In the South

it is necessary to be light of heart

The air is an entity unto itself,

its heaviness all-encompassing


Concrete porches shed skins of heat

Daylight malfunctions above the trees

Patches of sky stare,

blanks on the souls of the heavens


In summer sometimes scenery is everything

without imposing like capricious, pouty Atmosphere,

who swallows all she meets down her hot throat


Those who escape her live out their moments

in the longing she induces

her breath forever against their collars


[An old piece, reworked]

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