soliloquy on the Centennial Garden

a palpable summer, superimposed
on an ashy cumulonimbus looming above
the horizon, scraping away at a glassy
menagerie of towers.
the sun eats at the white bloom. hot
rays licked, glazing skin to a
lukewarm red. we bask in its
consumption on a blanket of grass.

the earth untangles, sprawling towards
the sky. petrichor beckons for a balmy shower.

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