Heat is a palm to my cheek, lifting
What if the well dries?
A dry measurement for height
A new well to words?
Measure it from letters,
From verse, from converse,
From the print of a palm
The jungle all breath and sun
An implication theme park
Vines not yet grown thick
Skink, like a drop grown legs,
--stop, start--
A crumpled wasp lands, small as "and"
Hiding in the low weeds,
Plumes of the circus unicorns
Where hot summer sleeps
Curls crisped sundown honey
Everything else grey--
Hoodie, basketball shorts, scooter
Leaving this convenience store of the soul
By the main road
So much blank space--pines cut patchy
Development with safety shears...
Draw the sky with the melted wax,
Clouds dark with sooty water
Heat always a palm to my cheek, lifting
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