ONE SEASON BEHIND The coming together of two people in the middle of a house. Their middles touching. The trees outside mingle with the plants inside. Light comes through the screens and swirls into the hairs on the cat's back. Here they are--the summer at its height, yet they feel like they are just beginning to poke through As if most of July hadn't just blown in and out of the trees and the mouths of the cats asleep in the red chairs. Under the ceiling fans summer doesn't take shape until the red and orange leaves give us a jump-start on the flavor of lemonade.
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