Heatwave

How the days stretch
with empty time.

Absent air, silent
above the summer heat,
choking and humid
between footsteps.

Seconds and minutes
become distances,
aimless like the
horizon’s silhouette.

Hills scar the sky
with clouds and trees
casting sun’s shadow
to the ground.

How the days stretch,
empty with time.

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