High Noon Hot

Let me lay in hot grass
At the time of day
When the ants won’t prey.

When the sun will warm my bones
and darken my skin

and I am nearly naked
laying prostrate
to allow the rays to penetrate.

Witness the white clouds that hang low and lonely
scurry past the broad and blue.

I am in no such hurry.
I will lay until I wither.
or until the buildings’ shadows cover me

or until winter.

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About Jessica Lee

Jessica is a twenty-something poet who performs most of her work on stage in Spoken Word. She has found writing therapeutic since she was child, and has pursued it ceaselessly. She enjoys writing even the most fleeting thoughts and dreams as SensicalRavings. Between long retail shifts, she enjoys writing observational pieces (always with a slant) of locally relevant subjects as ALLGainesville. If you appreciate inspiring, coming-of-age suppositions, become a follower. Though it's not always roses, it's raw!

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