Languid 

Hazy lazy summer clouds

wrap around the sun’s rays,

entwining each in a 

hazy lazy cloudy hug. 

The rumblin’ grumblin’

of a storm a brewin’

echoes off the bricks 

and our sternums. 

Short lived and brittle,

those clouds bring nothing

but cover to the frying pan

asphalt and our hazy lazy

summer blood. 

It all adds up to equal 

parts, Hope and Prayer. 

What hazy lazy sisters. 

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