The air is faintly cooler now
A hint, nothing but a hint
The heat of summer is fleeting
I fear it
Slipping
I feel it
Doing so-
Passing a mirror- glancing its direction
Resting on the glow
Of bulbs streaming down
Heat waving around
And again I think of summer
The mirror remains
My image fades
Into a crowd of newly familiar people
And Tennessee mountain tops
A tiny room muster with tears and adrenaline fueled
In front of three hundred eyes
Fits and laughers
Of sisterhood
Spanning miles- many miles
Longing and aching
Dart with sight
Swells in my chest
Quivering my lips
The images- I watch them
Moving
Sinking into place
Sculpting the curve of my brow
Rounding
My shoulders
Seeping and sifting
Welcomed by my walls
There I was again
In the mirror
Still looking at summer
Feeling its heat
I felt ready for winter
For the iciest winter
Stepping away-
No mirror needed
Where my finger
Pushed
A hair behind my ear
Everywhere between
My flesh
There was warmth-
There was summer
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