august '24

i feel the sun upon my neck; sweat drops fall like running tears.

i see the sun behind the storm clouds; you can feel the harsh wind’s speed.

i see the orange sun set on the hills; if you could cut it, it would bleed.

thunder drowns out singing voices; the frenzied bugs will hear my song.

i stay still when the alleycat poises; the rain is so still but falls all night long.

i'll try to endure the clamored noises. i can rejoice, summer is no more.