Warm Upon My Feet

The pool toy was going high, far, and wide.

Landing with a solid thud on the grassy side.

I was chosen to climb, desend, and retrieve.

The grass, like the air, was hot on my feet.

Hot and crunchy. Parched and dry. Coming off in clumps,

and chunks, sticking to my heal. 

The toy retrieved. Tossed back in. I had to pause

To brush my feet. Enjoy the warmth of the hot earth.

Climbing into me from the heat.


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