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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