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I crack the window,

inhale and emerge into stillness,

surrounded by sweat and tired cicadas

We take comfort in the concrete

roughing up our heels

as we sprint past sweet nostalgia

in the middle of the summer haze

When the sun melts away all the oxygen

the world is asleep

but weeks trickle by, oblivious

There’s something freeing about

being frozen in time in the summer

We taste the carefree paralysis

when hot air decides to fade and

silence all the spheres

Then suddenly we’re breathing the rain

Our voices echo in the steam and storms

We sink in and out of consciousness

along with the longest days,

seeming small again

in the face of the season that wraps me in warmth

when I slip out the screen door

Afternoons filled with spice and summer,

leaning on the one who makes me whole.