Sticky Sweet Popsicle Heat


The hot sun beats down on my neck

this sticky sweet popsicle heat.

My destination is still blocks away

My mouth and nose are dry

and my shirt clings to me with sweat.

I can see the park now

my pace is slowing

I cross the street,

My feet leave the pavement 

for cool grass and dirt.

Soon I am on the swings,

My destination all along

and the heat disapears on the breeze. 


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