Friday, November 30, 2012

to get a good shine

summertime: when satan's fiery breath holds the land and that burning
orb hangs on the horizon too long a time. The seemingly endless dusk
denies the promise of a sweet cool night. Leaves hang on the trees
limp, curled, depleted. The grass is fading from green to sickly
yellow. The flowers are suffocating. The petals are wilters. It the
heat lasts much longer, it will destroy everything.

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