You are the burnt map of Summer
black-edged with lost words
that make the heat a blanket
full of stale-wind sweat,
lips dripping warm syllables
caught between dead smiles;
the first rain so distant,
drought turning into itself;
you walked away over brown grass,
the Spanish grass.
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