lime, ice, gin, tonic
subconscious juniper scent
condensation forms
fifteen beads of sweat
nest in the small of your back
i connect the dots
rent tarmac, crushed rock
bulldozers' droning singing
progress in progress
green leaves in still air
stand perfectly motionless
breathing in photons
windows opened wide
you hope for refreshing breeze
waves of sticky heat
summers, years gone by
pushing retroactively
future → present → past
arms cross back and waist
thermodynamic transfer
heat becomes pleasant?
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