HeatwaveA Poem by Helena
I can’t catch cool verbs summer is groaning white hot missing Autumn's cool carpets of spongy walking places I
frown at the sun's boldened beams boil bodies moonboots dragging on sand dunes lunar landscape cuttlefish lie petrified dry white bones. Helena © 2023 HelenaAuthor's Note
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