In the heart of August
From high above
The sun’s eyes burn bright
And he wildly smiles
As he hurls his rays
Of boiling, humid glue
We are targeted
And hit
He laughs triumphantly
Now, we’re drenched
Trapped in his wrath
Helpless
Breathing in fire
We come too close to admitting defeat
When suddenly, wind arrives
He strides in
Sweeps heat away
What kind, benevolent breeze.
He gently lifts
The invisible flaming force
Pressed against our chests.
Our sweat now leaves
We can breathe
The sun recoils heatedly.
How wonderful August can be
When noble wind sets us free.
From high above
The sun’s eyes burn bright
And he wildly smiles
As he hurls his rays
Of boiling, humid glue
We are targeted
And hit
He laughs triumphantly
Now, we’re drenched
Trapped in his wrath
Helpless
Breathing in fire
We come too close to admitting defeat
When suddenly, wind arrives
He strides in
Sweeps heat away
What kind, benevolent breeze.
He gently lifts
The invisible flaming force
Pressed against our chests.
Our sweat now leaves
We can breathe
The sun recoils heatedly.
How wonderful August can be
When noble wind sets us free.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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