August is a sadist
flaunting flowering love
everywhere. Wisps of grass
smell, pungent whipping the
memories back into me; the green
and the hot, the sweat and the songs.
The distance of that August is too
many years now. My eyes water, not
from ragweed.

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  1. Poignant..a nice write.

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