The asphalt melts.
You search for sprinklers. You plan walks based on shade.
Sunscreen drips off your face.
Foundation doesn't last. You sport a more natural look.
White cotton! Thank god. Handkerchief weight skirts and dresses.
You note the tan lines on flip-flop shod feet.
Adults with prickly heat. Sores from scratched bites.
You'd know you love your friends, because you don't mind their smells. You're surrounded.
Walk through a park and contemplate the fountain. Should you wish? Or rather, should you jump?
There's salsa and hip hop blaring through windows, cars, apartments, whirring noises and a beat.
Dog days.
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