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Muggy | A Poem by J. Ash Gamble

It’s too hot in here, I’m
too removed from who I was.
How did the settlers do it,
pushing past sweat
to build walls, and how long
did they live, after all?
I’m coming up on a special
year, probably decades
past what they saw,
and have a rich sense of
living these final days.



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