In the Afternoon

The molasses eke of time passing
Would make sloths jealous
Immobility at it’s finest
Rays of sun beat down unforgivingly
Heating the pavement to skillet-frying ready
A gummy bear stickiness hangs in the air
Sweat like dewdrops rolls off skin against skin
Breezes too warm for relief
And even the birds have paced their chatter to a quiet chirrup here and there
Minutes stretch into hours
Hours become lifetimes
It is the desert without the oasis
Afternoon is a cruel enemy



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