Arkansas Past Midyear

Reading Palookaville.
Arkansas past midyear.
I'm waiting for fall to begin.
Far away from winter snows,
Metaphorically and literally.
In the enduring humidity,
I turn away.
I'd give anything for a cold rain
or a sad autumn day.
I think I just wrote lyrics to an emo song,
circa 1996.
Don't hold that against me.
2020 needs to end.


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