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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