standing in the middle of a tarred gravel road
half a mile from home
half a mile from the highway
the sun is fading quickly
reds oranges stretching as far as they can
cool indigo in the sky starting to chill
so I lie down in the middle of the road
spread my arms like an eagle
press my hands deep into the street
as if I could melt into the hard surface
after such a hot day the tar feels
squishy hot scalding bath on my back
roasting my brown skin
corn waves in the wind
pear tree dropping bird-pecked fruit
last ray of pink light slips under earth’s rim
Image: Jonny Lindner from Pixabay
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Christy Leos 