Summer nights taunt us, with their sweetness and their freedom;
in the winter, are not we hungry for the hot and humid air?
Hot and humid air,
that hangs like dust and makes us cough!
When our hearts freeze up with frosting grass and covered pools,
We all dream, emptily,
of a heat so fierce that we
want cold water,
perspiration dripping from the liquid clear,
contained by glass with sunlight dripping
from the sides to fertile earth.
In the Summer time, we like to be poetic
say that the heat causes our will to be insane
to watch the blades of a fan on the ceiling rather than go for that walk we've been promising
to watch a documentary on parrots rather than read the book we've borrowed
to run through a park to touch a butterfly, rather than take that car-ride to malls,
is the fulfilling emptiness, of Summer...
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