August

 

August

Sun has started
with the dying stubs
of its cigarettes
burning holes in the leaves
lichen splashes the trees
the soft glow of phlegm
spat by the shadows
argon starting its comedown
screech of feedback
becoming the  hum
of the oncoming night
leaves scratching circles
into the streets
ice skaters warming up
practising their pirouettes

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