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Early September AM
I yawn and stretch, displacing the kitty wedged against my hip;
He’s clever enough to patiently pad a circle as I settle,
Draping himself over the valley of my belly when I finally lie on my side.
I’d left the shades open
When the first wave of rain blew through,
Reconsidering that the open window would fail to balance the lingering humidity.
I long for the freedom of cooler air, a lower dewpoint.
