The sun beats life out of the humid day
Making a glistening sea of waist high corn
And miniscule rippling waves of corn stalk hills
Which flow as far as the eye can see
But no distant sounds of children laughing
And no songs from the seagulls throat
No way to cool off on this beach
Just to rest under the shade of corn
And swim in the sea of sweat
And lust for the mirage of water a mile away.
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