1:56 PM
I saw a Cardigan Bay slicing
through line Route 33.
The golden mirage
sizzling and vibrating above the
asphalt black.
Artificial breeze coming out of the car A/C.
Weather is burning.
Skin is yearning
for ice breaking sweat.
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