Maybe it was the summer heat
a perceptible shift from the mundane
maybe it was the summer heat
first attempts washed away the stain
a tentative push toward rebellion
a perceptible shift from the mundane
tired of leaning backwards, of the Machiavellian
a nudge to stiffen the spine and vent
a tentative push toward rebellion
partial became whole with each voice of dissent
even the timid found smiles as they set to oppose
a nudge to stiffen the spine and vent
A chorus of voices — oh, how it rose
collective power under that blazing sun
even the timid found smiles as they set to oppose
a spark to set that fire, not to be undone
collective power under that blazing sun
Maybe it was the summer heat
Maybe it was the summer heat
photo: Pixabay
prompt: Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie wordle #160
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