Hope

fade out of view, to
leave me here alone, lying here as the august heat sizzles my toes I
pine, am I a sap?
to believe in this hope that floats me out this window into the
bright light streaming through the glowing leaves, up past the
clicking crackling cicadas on their one glory flight, is that me?
but up over the baking rooftops like a hot air balloon I go. Please
don't turn down the heat, don't blow me off course, don't rip the
fabric of my feelings
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