The tree leaves roll over
And wait for the rain
Exposing their pale underbellies
As a sign of surrender,
Moisture rich in the air
With every blush of wind
But not yet wet enough
To leave its impression,
Just a tender kiss
On these upturned lips,
Not yet a plunge of hips
And the see-saw conflict
that comes with heat flashes
and the rumble and grumble
and screams of changing air
darkness painting over the day
with teasing promises of relief
we breathe and wait
then breathe deep again
anticipating when
the heat will ease
and we will purge ourselves
in a sudden release
dripping from the tips
of each leaf,
our mouths opened wide
to take it all in.
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