I saw August in your eyes,
in the sun-faded sky.
A scrap of the past,
past the summer heat and dog days
along the Mississippi.
Hot nights and windows steaming,
radio turned low.
We lived in the heartland,
heartbeat to heartbeat
deep kisses on hot summer nights.
Late August clouds scuttle across
a fading sky, August blue.
Thunder booms,
the electric night returns,
blood hot.
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