countdown

it was the summer the sun ate everything

rays looping like tentacles

devouring and enveloping anything with color

a reminder to walking flesh

of the tick tick ticking

 

color blind and stupid we defied the great star

spent nights on rooftops

gave our attention to constellations

dangled bare legs over bridges

bathed in the glow of lights

submerged in murky pool water

 

fields of dead croaked for relief

as dead limbs cracked below our unclad feet

we danced to the beat

of the rhythm in our chests

a metronome for the song of youth

never the countdown the sun had intended

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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