Remnants of Summer

Sticky heat under a clear sky,
Racing through tall grass,
Flowers and small bugs sticking to my clothes
-Run faster. 

My muscles scream out in 
Short gasps, 
Lungs filling up with each sharp inhale
-It hurts.

Light casts shadows across barren fields
As hot water trickles down through the trees,
A vacuum of thick heat
-Keep breathing.

Cracked earth beneath my feet,
Hardly notice the rain now,
Violins and cellos play
-Stop moving.

The leaves barely stir 
As I bound past them,
High from a solo race
-No competition.
It would be a shame to stop now wouldn't it?

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