The heat wave palls then
a cool day. The flesh is grate-
ful, feels good again.
Our neighbor waves, we
wave back. Of one flesh, we say.
Who speaks for us now?
It’s only summer,
exposing us to our shared
belief in what we are.
The heat wave palls then
a cool day. The flesh is grate-
ful, feels good again.
Our neighbor waves, we
wave back. Of one flesh, we say.
Who speaks for us now?
It’s only summer,
exposing us to our shared
belief in what we are.