dead of summer
eyes closed
sitting under a big old tree
your leg is warm
for the sun has moved since you
parked yourself there
it is not uncomfortable
for the breeze it
raises your skin
just enough for the pain
to be pleasure
you breathe with the
clouds
alive
speeding
almost completely still
all at once
the breeze brings the song
of that bird you associate
with childhood
you wish to call back
�
i know you
thanks for the time travel
�
instead you sigh
connected and disconnected
earth still cool from the shade
breathing beneath you
breathing because of you
�
you feel the speed
just for a second
how fast we’re moving
your eyes open to slow your brain
�
it is all still moving so fast
you cannot feel it now
you aren’t sure if you miss the rush
- painting by author
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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