the last day of winter

Sitting in a car on a Georgia Spring day

thirty out

and fifty in


I exaggerate I’m sure

but nothing can cool me

not even this thrown open door


If only I had the courage

I’d step outside

reach in stride

the bench beneath shade and tree


But instead I find myself frozen

left to realize beneath scorching rays

the sun is not my capture


it is me


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