Air Conditioned
drenched in memories of sweat
cooling the fear of attack and harm
summer is a bliss of warmth
a dream come to erase the pour
of tears to dew the morning grass
as for ever bare foot the sensation to be alive.
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2016
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