Hot Horizon

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From delicious hot horizon,

came raining of day.

The melting sun, she’s the way,

She’s confusion, she has the final say.

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Butterscotch Sunday evenings,

black-ringed doorways shone like the moon,

humidity ripples like the monsoon,

and slowly rocks the landscape like the slow hours of noon.

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Laughter found much of sunlit end,

into which rushed the sea,

helplessly,

and bathers and tanning oil and white sand tend

to the hours end.

James Wiens

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Fond memories left behind,
in pursue of rest,
from this turbulent mind.

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Anna Rozwadowska 2018