The heat comes on strong
and unexpected. As it does every year. From seemingly out of nowhere
swifts and swallows cruise beneath a blue blue sky as if nothing was
wrong in the world. I wonder – because I'm hopelessly vain – if I
am presented with yet another image of my thought-pattern but settle
with the thought that they're only chasing insects.
here & there & up
& down the lilac scent doesn't seem to mind me
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