the sun sinks into my back
like hands kneading the muscles
every golden ray a finger prodding me
forcing warmth into the tissues
forcing warmth between my shoulder blades
which feel at last
as if they can ease apart
magnolia sweet and thick
summons the wind and floats to me
and i can almost close my eyes
how i hate summer
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National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 11
Sensory Poem With a Twist
Words and Feathers 
Brilliant. Like jalapeño in ice cream!
Ha ha. I had a coworker that once went out to lunch for sushi for the first time. His companions convinced him the wasabi was ice cream.
Cool! Or rather, not cool!
I also dislike summer. It prods its warmth in areas it has no business prodding — superb write!
Thank you. The heat is my least favorite thing about any season. Fall is my favorite. What’s yours?
Fall is mine, as well😊
I figured it would be. Dark. Windy. Halloween.
Sigh. I miss Halloween🍁🍂🎃
Target should start putting out decorations soon now that Easter is over.
Lmao. I’m sure you’re quite right. 😀 xo
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