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Broiling High 14/08/26

  • Aug 14
  • 1 min read

Weather

The back of your knees is tidal,

the sun comes up and sea rolls in.

You've never seen a man drown on land,

but here you sit submerged,

legs swinging and soul sweating,

praying for swimming lessons,

in a midday meeting.


Watch

One shouldn't compare,

but here's a comparison machine.

We're all in our own race,

but here's me crossing the finish.


You'd have thought we'd be better at this,

but apes we are,

and there's others with fruit,

and it's no more than that.

 
 
 

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