Jazz and Wavering Leaves

Wavering leaves and
softly yielding jazz
settle nerves on
a hazy
afternoon.

August shines
humidity.
Arid lungs are
filled with hot,
moist air.
Sweat accumulates
on skin with
no space to
evaporate.

Energy dissipates into
collective quiet.
There is no sense in
pushing forth
against this weight.

The 3 o’clock hour
calls forth a rest.
Relax before the
evening’s dance.

Descendant sun casts
expansive amber hues
across the slowly
stirring town.
Birds ring with song
the gentler warmth and
brilliant array.
The afternoon
gauze lifts away.

Color and music
greet the cooling wind.
The steam peels away,
unwrapping the gauze and
revealing the young and
naked night.

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