September (or getting close)

Every inch of skin- exposed
Absorbing rays like a human solar panel
stale wind mimics relief
As sweat
drips
down my
back.

Outside- a rolling roar
Constant at-work play list with no batteries needed
Melting into the background
As the
tide
continues
to rise.

We remain mostly alone
Solitary safety beacons lifted off the sand
Lacking child-like screams and voices
For they
are now stuck
in their chairs
in school.

This heat, this surf, this time
Breeds insanity, discontent, and longing
Rememberance of days just passed
Of those days
that we
never appreciated
before.