the sun is early and hot as of recent – a golden vibrato come birdsong morning. blindless tiny windows spill light into our humble space, enough to rouse eyelids into motion. by midday the shade has disappeared, devoured in whole by the sky’s dedication to day. come evening the heat is the grandest exposure, rocketing roots deeper into the ground and sending fruit to flower in the most generous of ways. summer’s thick and honeyed voice cannot be muted, it only swells. and if you aren’t careful, like I may never grow to be, your food may end up budding. generally this isn’t a cause for concern, unless it’s all of your food, and then you scoff at the heat and haze and make soup.
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