the tips of my fingernails
are white
the edges of my thoughts
are glowing
in the back of my mind
old memories have shifted around
and made way
for the new ones
of the same people
and the same places
i only realized now
how much i had missed
the gray hot summer days
of these streets
i walked around with family
with friends
new and old
under the heat of the sun
and i let the old thoughts melt away
i let my mind float
i let the heat wrap around me
and i carried it with me
back home.
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