Mid Summer Mourning

In mid summer, when the streets
Sag under hot tires and flip flops
The day awakens groggy
Disoriented
Reaching for that second
Cup of coffee she sighs
As she sweats
Sitting by the window fan
She recalls a sad memory
Her hand drops into her lap
The coffee looses its flavor
The artificial breeze no longer delivers relief
Wails from a passing fire truck
Bells from a distant [...]

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