the air seems to ripple
reminiscent of the lake's surface
only the opposite of refreshing
trees in the distance
look blurred, out of focus
grass no longer cools
my sand-covered feet
the breeze does not bring comfort
clouds like cotton candy
stay quietly still
and the promise of rain
fleets farther away
with the dream of a different tomorrow
I stand in the shade and feel
out of focus
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