Sunny with a High of 75

OFF! The AC knob kisses the left tick.

DOWN! The glass sinks into a black sea of blazing leather

Hair, slicked back in the clasp of the alligator.

Her right foot eases off the brake.

 

The warm salty air meets her lips

Like the voice of starfish,

Almost satisfied by the silence

But met, with the everlasting strength of her lungs.

The words belong to another,

Yet they ring so confidently from her soul.

“Sunny with a high of 75,

Since you took my heavy heart and made it light.”

 

She’s radiant.

Rays of beating light reflect from the white crystals

Beneath her ever-chapped lips.

Not a worry in the universe strikes today,

For the mercury rests calmly at 75.

She breathes deeply,

The quick air that feels alive. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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