dance of the zeroes

baked in the hot sun
ripe like a pineapple
I moisten my dry lips
summer hates me

zeroes dance in front of my eyes
I plant myself in deep pit
hose my feet while pots jump

stream of thoughts flow like silk
I have blown those away
cars zoom past
I let flies trouble me

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