Summertime chlorine
kills me a little every time
I remember it.
Sweat and sprinklers
and water and toothpaste
recombine
into an afternoon nap
on the green-leaf rug
in the swampy hall.
I march up the steps,
slower than I ever walked
before my street came up
on the map.
Can you tell I was still sleepy?... Because I was. I'm getting sleepy again from reading this. -.o
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