Misty17220

I. the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap, breathing long oppressive breaths. it does not even lift its lolling head to bark out hoarse indignancy when a strange man brings the mail. II. there might be heavy rain today, they say, brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud. so what? the world will whirl and howl, then settle down, to die a little more. III. o, quickly, love, press your back against the wall in fear as the universe spreads her arms and shuts her eyes and starts to summon the end of all things. o, quickly, come with me to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon hot windy whispers of half-formed sol

you are new in the way flowers are new: brilliant green, soft purple, the good smell of rain and soil. let the miserable winter wind chase its own tail for a while; there’s something beautifulwonderfulmine at the end of a sunlit driveway.