The heat is getting to me,
or perhaps
I am wearing
it down
one of us will eventually give up.
at first I thought i was sure to be the victor,
the summer
retreating again and again and again.
growing bored or tired
ceding to Fall
but i can only win so long.
eventually
one day
I will retreat
into the most peaceful shade,
the coolest shade
underneath the ground.
till then the heat and I,
each nod politely-
competitors
and
wait
each other out.
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