Walking through summer’s radiation

is a slog of absolution,

a pilgrimage of sweat and thought.

I’ve got soul in my soul,

a body for couch contemplation,

a mind for moonshots.

The heat is an aggressor,

the vengeance of the seasons,

making me pay for my dalliance with autumn.

Between solstice and equinox

I make my penance in the humid haze,

earn my keep, and make myself worthy

for the time of chill and red leaves.

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