Another Sunday

Like water through a sieve

your thoughts trickle out,

leaving nothing as the hot summer heat

fills your head and your mouth.

Sweat drips down your back,

slack faced-

eyes glassed over-

stuck in place-

the world almost goes black,

then the tight whine of a mosquito rings in your ear,

the present snaps into focus,

raucous cicadas and oppressive heat,

the day’s beginning

at your feet.

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