summer heat cools my desire to be outside,
moisture in the air drips unwillingly to the ground,
felines murmur cries from window sills and fans
stir the air with the reliability of an ocean
wave crashing onto an unprotected shore;
moments turn into minutes and those turn into hours
and are no different inside than outside in the heat
but with a somewhat tolerable breeze, I suppose;
sounds of summer remain outside unheard while
we wrestle with conversations of mental castration inside,
hoping for a thunderstorm to provide a brief interlude,
and all thoughts and eyes are turned towards the north
with the need of rescue in our unspoken gazes, realizing
the path of least resistance has already been taken.
9Jul13
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