Six months ago,
between the pavement
and the cobblestone,
I would not have predicted
a heat wave in the month of June.
Back then, after trudging through a salted bank of snow,
I’d wrap myself around your lips,
crank the heater up to high,
lick the frozen winter sky
until it melted to summer.
Little did I know what was to come.
Dear reader — Is it unusually hot by you?
Has life and the seasons come around full crooked circle?
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