Carolyn S.

August

My popsicle is dripping, sweating,
In the sticky summer heat.
Watching it melt away is upsetting.
My popsicle is dripping, sweating,
August is full of wistfulness and regretting.
Sugary drops fall, puddling on my feet.
My popsicle is dripping, sweating,
In the sticky summer heat.





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