retreats
from the long hot summer,
the year long
drought,
everything
that was thrown
into it
comes up for air.
cars and bikes,
bodies
are everywhere.
disposable things
and lives,
guns and knives, microwave
ovens.
even refrigerators
have somehow
been tossed
into the muck.
i look for you, but
you're not there,
somehow you got out,
you survived.
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