Summer is coming
It presses in like apples in a basket
One on top of the other
Pressing
Close
But with
Spaces
Breathing
Open-ness
Fireflies that talk to one another but never seem to meet
Flames licking emptiness
Breathing
Hair pulling upward gently
Waves lap the top of it
Air bubbles released from nasal passages
Not drowning now
Breathing.
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