August drips away, 
sun slips slowly, 
drag the heat into water
fading, fading.

Chasing the sun into too soon, 
Grey is the loudest heavy to moon.

Blue skies blur, 
summer’s breath heavy. 
The nights stretch, 
stars adrift,
Heavy is my heart.

The sun chases blues into too soon, 
Grey is the loudest heavy, shouts the moon.

Air’s thicker somehow now,
but not like it was before.
No Mirage, beads of sweat,  just heat—
too heavy to breathe,
too quiet to sleep.

The sun chases blues into too soon, 
Grey is the loudest heavy, shouts the moon.-JBR

A JBR Audio Visual Production

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