summer came
and i wished
i was there
cool valleys, rollicking water
instead of
the hot city
where he
stood at the corner and wooed
the wind
instead of me
but she did not even come
only sending
a gentle breeze as a reminder
of her power
there was
no enveloping tan sand
nor glistening leaves of green
here
it was just
sticky sweet hot
and the wind never came
because
i never called it
though he
coaxed his voice dry.
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