Under hydrated
Sweaty
Heavy jeans stick to my legs
Mayflies black
Whip thin tails
A dozen hang in a spider's web
Under shade tree
Reading
Moving to stay out of the sun
Cicadas sing
Buzzing
I think I may go for a swim
The lake is still
Refreshing
The sun beats down in waves
Floating peaceful
Resting
On a Saturday afternoon
End.
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