rain across my skin that dries too quickly

(I hear thunder)

manicured lawns that die in the heat

(only cactus grow here)

and mango paletas that stick parched tongues to the roof of your mouth

(but they never tasted so sweet)

as the mourning doves coo in the evening light

(and the stars never looked brighter)

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