The flowers crane their heads skywards
Inside the air is cool, but my dreams are outside.
Torso exposed. Skin craving suns touch.
Ice cream, cold beer, iced cappuccino.
The trusty Westy bubbling on the windy road.
To Fall River, along the lakes.
Wind gushing through open windows.
A dip in the cool water.
Flesh left glistening.
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