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open kiss of summer heat
that stops my mouth with swelling
sky of clouds and peeling blue
floating above the hot sand
I have lost the time the hour
burned from my skin by noon fire
purged from the present and past
the world opens into sea
I am pale driftwood washed smooth
drying near the kiss of the waves

(Words and images Copyright 2013© by Michael Kallstrom)

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