Heatwave
She pours the coldest waters over heat,
Her head of summer, heavy, languid thought,
A cooling of all desire, bittersweet.
The weight of summer’s long and hot onslaught
Is taken by water, bringing dreams of snow
And winter white, the mountains, afterthought
Of breezes, fresher air and falling snow
Through dreaming into night and peace at last.
A certain place there, only she can know.
She walks those streets of dreaming. Nights so vast
That distance falls across the night before
She feels the heat despite the shadows cast
Across her path, towards the house and door
Still locked to bar that life she lived before.
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