We want the cooler air in hottest places
Because the breathing trouble torture us
When hardest raindrops meet the softer faces
The weather may behave like treasonous
There are the days of warm October
But past are ice cream nights on humid streets
The darkness makes it harder to stay sober
Insanity will grow while no-one meets
It doesn’t feel like early Autumn yet
I haven’t touched my heating for five months
There is a fantasy of getting wet
And running through the coloured leaves just once
        Confusing outdoor scenes may limit senses
        Responsibility will cut offences.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023
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