On a Summer Day

Time seems to become
Something else, it slows
Down, it melts
Each moment into the other.
Bees buzz by lazily,
Heavily laden.
Butterflies flutter gingerly
Past, scarcely making a dent
In the solid air.
It’s ridiculous really,
How everything seems to rewind
On a hot August day.

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