sunlight

We chose the sun, tickling

our necks as we faced

another day, heads held high,

with a long-remembered warmth encircling,

enveloping,

encouraging us onwards.

We found the heat, massaging

our chests as we perspired

through the thick air, breathing hard,

with a too-familiar determination warming,

warning,

wearing us onwards.


For the dverse prompt : temperature. Can you tell it’s hot here?

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My first collection of poetry, Paint the Living, Plant the Dead, is available now! https://amzn.to/2uNule7

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