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Summer Heat I don’t know why, But then, It was July, With the summer Heat heavy, The humidity Thick and sticky, Everything too close And everyone Moving in slow Motion, some towards The ice cap line-up In what, in Another season, Could be called Underwear, And there In front of your eyes Physical pictures Beyond description, White snow skin, Piercing rings and things Bikini rash and curly hair, Naked nipples nudging Out of flimsy tank tops, Too many pounds Trussed in a thong Like a rising loaf Of bread dough Dressed in an Elastic band, And yet, The invisible umbilical Connecting us all In this worldly womb, So calm, So cool, So peaceful. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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