72.

The mornings need socks and sweaters, there are no dog days of August here.

My body is still programmed to sweat and eat popsicles

Make exaggerated weather poses.

 

I fret over the tomatoes in the beds, giving pep talks about ripening while

Crouched in the green grasses, turning my face to the sun

Feeling the hush of the season.

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