I know it’s only August,
but I drink harvest tea anyway

Summer days,
they’re letting the night have its way,


Humidity makes my dreams vivid
Excessive heat makes humanity livid

I see crowds of jesters, air-luting,
fingering wrong chords, screeching festers

These are dream codes

No interpretation needed,
the answer is simple:

I never asked
a question that would kill me to know the answer
I never asked
for this desert of abandonment, unhappily ever after

I’ll wake up, it’ll be Winter
Sweltering hibernation turn over

Leaves on trees, spinning dancers,
reasons to smile and roll over


© Jennifer Patino (2017)

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