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I forget from time to time
that steam is not smoke
as it roils from
the heat
across blacktop and concrete
chasing shadows
that lounge in the sky.
Vapors of Summer
tiny beads of sweat
and rain
which pour from the heavens,
thoughts,
pain and gain –
I am soaked,
drenched inside
as the sun forsakes me
on this auspicious day,
this July.

I forget from time to time
that beauty of character is taken for granted –
disgusted at rhetoric
of which I am complicit,
yet battle
on forward –
to admire;
to admonish
those of which deserve it.
Self-righteously off topic
as I ramble on
only surface deep.