Dry, sand expansion, nothing but blue halos for us on this stretch of broken glass -- blast the water from speakers, make this body sing, skeletal dance to bring the rain; sweat to trick, each breeze a tease, we don’t care as long we drink from the bass, earthquake shake, treble making chorus, muses pressed close, hips locked swaying like ocean waves, reaching the crest to fall again while the sun watches and listens; the sound of souls unshackling from Summer’s cage.