Feet pound on pavement beneath
asphalt spitting wildly in their wake.
The big cheese man hangs directly overhead,
his glow gives me a chilling breath
to my already blistering skin.
Paper lungs are pushed and pulled
compressed to wads, reluctant to
reform. Condensate rips through
capillaries, the bulbs trickle and
bubble homeward with gravity.
Impacts putter as hillside vegi-
tation welcomes me home.
Feed nature with my saturate.
It returns the favor, not with
nourishment, but hope.
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