Heat

the horrid heat of summer like a wet dog with a fever.

winter’s snow is gone and i feel i’m the first to grieve her,

but that likely isn’t so. those who could chose to go

to the cool caves below

but i’m here within this fire.

rising up like blackened smoke up above eternal pyres.

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