6. Sunburn
Looking forward
One day this summer
Will end, hot
As we now are
Right in the sun
Blindingly bright
As the thought
Comes
Relief is there
In the shape
Of your cool
Fingertips, already?
Soon enough
For our sun
In its abbreviated
Form
To become again
Everyone's sun
Smiling down;
This sort of sadness
Is best
Expressed
By a smile.
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