seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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my existence in june feels dry like buried bones

In summer
you suck on ice
in front of the open freezer,
and the leaves from spring,
mulched by rain and weather,
stick to your flip-flops,
stick to the skin of your feet.

It isn’t so complicated,
so you read a dog-eared book.
You lie on your sunburned belly,
dig bare toes into the grass.

12:37 - 13 June, 2007

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