L’estate

~ after Vivaldi


It is hot again.
Wooden planks 
curl up from the deck.
Piano keys stick. 

What if I die 
while I continue to wait
to live my life?

Send money, 
I sent money
Take care,
I took care.

Send help.
Send help.

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