Still life,
with impatience.

This is me,
waiting on Fall.

Afternoons spent staring out the window
waiting for someone to bring me something,
a newspaper, two tickets to a movie or a chess set.

Next month will bring a flood of colors
Saturday nights filled with drama, alcohol and cool breezes.
Next month brings thin air and the end of swelter.

But not yet.

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