still sweating

my mustache is still sweating i report
long after the ultimate frisbee game has ended
while the day’s heat climbs
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darien, sweat-covered at 10something a.m.,
we lean in for a virtual hug,
a stainless steel bowl of just-harvested collards
carried in the crook of his arm
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the color explosion welcome
held in a mason jar-turned vase
on the sandhill porch table and kitchen butcher block
of cosmos, larkspur and sunflowers
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wherein a dog i love so much and i
reunite on the porch couch –
clearing all doubt about whether or not
dogs actually smile
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the combo of lightning bug flickers
on top of lightning flashes in the distance
while we walk down the gravel
in the dusking
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what sounds like rain
as i lean over piles of magazines,
cutting out photos,
is bugs bumping against the
glowing paper lantern overhead