Summer night.
The cool, damp air following a blistering hot day.
Breeze finding the fine hairs on the back of my neck,
my shoulders,
goosebumps forming.
Clover underfoot, crowding out Kentucky bluegrass and crab grass.
Slugs feasting on tender leaves: cucumber, radish, rhubarb.
Tomatoes rooting deeply.
Radishes unearthing themselves, begging to sharpen palates.
Sunburned bra-lines hot and raw.
Tan skin highlighting beauty marks like asymmetrical polka dots.
Bare legs and arms searching for warmth.
Stars twinkle, shedding age old light.
I sleep soundly.
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