the summer sun leaves salt rings on my shirt
as i cut weeds grown thick and tall from recent rains
bits of leaves, seeds and dirt stick to my sweaty skin
getting down inside my shirt making me itch
scratching
digging
irritating
i imagine the relief of a cold shower
sluicing my skin clean as chill droplets shatter
blasting away the detritus of the afternoons labor
and the heat of the summer sun


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- posted by Roadkill Poet @ 4:48 PM