The heat today was like a stone
which had set under a week of suns.
This stone lay under my pillow,
putting in my head pictures of
long ago Junes spent
hopscotching down cracked sidewalks
and skating on scalding blacktop.
The rain came tonight, and
felt like the tears cried over
skinned knees and broken
pieces of white, dusty chalk.
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