A hint of something skittering
Some under surface simmering
A chance to meet
Escape the heat
But no.
Humidity thick
And trapped in clothes,
Fetid heat
That snags
And stings the nose.
Stepping heavy
With glistening sloth
Weighed by salty, sagging cloth
Through crowds
Drawn close and proud
Uncaring blind
In the anger and light
Day by day pacing away
Living for the chance
To go astray.
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