photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash
Come summer I wish to move soul’s belongings, live beneath refreshing sprinkler’s rainbow sheen
Which blurs, cools over-heated world around me, and within…
I don’t care if, by September, I’m a wet wrinkled prune.
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