Late Summer

Today’s draft was inspired by a heat wave and the ever-decreasing days of summer.

Heat pulls forward

the shining beads of my mortality.

I see them as sweat on my skin.

Summer-quickened heartbeat,

hurry up and enjoy the slowness —

bring urgency to your leisure.

Time is short.

Like all hot-burning things,

summer must reach the end of its own fierce energy.

I taste the salt of life as it travels down my face,

fling myself into the day to add to it.