Sunday, June 5, 2005

Waiting for the Early Evening Air

As the sun arcs across the sky
and its rays sneak under the green canopy
that has been shading this spot,
it makes me hot,
and it makes me sweat,
and its brightness makes me squint,
and I move to the chair four feet away,
in the shade,
in the breeze,
and I wait for the air to cool
so that we can go running
in the early evening air.

(No this isn't a poem. It's just a run-on sentence that I think is easier to read this way.)


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