stifling August lay heavy on our shoulders
the smell of lake water still clung to our skin
and the summer sun left behind
little, rosy-red kisses on our cheeks and noses.
weakened bodies from the weekend,
slumping and sticking to a
hot, vinyl bench seat of an old Chevy,
while the voice on the radio was smothered beneath
a rumbling muffler and
the wind in our ears, that
cracked like crisp sheets tied to a line.
by a frayed rope and a
clay colored swimming hole,
yet dreaming
of doing it all over again.