Summer in Georgia is so hot these days.

The summer heat dries my skin,

enough to fill an ocean.

All emotion, all thoughts,

begin to evaporate.

These roads are crooked.

These trees stand straight like giants,

and redirect my gaze up towards heaven.


The earth is still. The cities are quiet up there.
Their lights still pulse in all directions.
The moon is content with reflecting the light
of something brighter than himself.


But, my imagination soon tumbles back down to earth.

The heat burns it up and soon it is erased forever.

The sun does not reflect off of my skin so much,

but continues to dry it like old leather.

I wonder if the weather will ever change.

I would like to stand in the rain.

And let it soak into my skin.