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Summer

  • Brooke
  • Jul 9, 2020
  • 1 min read

Summer glides

like a vulture surveying

its prey; merciless and low,

it circles and calculates.


Silently, it touches down

and cackles as it extends its black

wing of smoldering heat wide

across the land.

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