the weatherman says,
when the flower heads twist down
at a quarter past 6.
Remember that summer of hot breath,
open windows, and making love
to the sound of bicycles passing by?
Kiss me soft
as the clouds peel away
from the sun like dark yellow apple skins.
Let me hold you,
run my hands through your hair,
these last few minutes.
Austin Davis is a poet and student activist currently studying creative writing at ASU. Austin is the author of The World Isn’t the Size of Our Neighborhood Anymore (Weasel Press, 2020) and Celestial Night Light (Ghost City Press, 2020). You can find Austin on Twitter @Austin_Davis17 and on Instagram @austinwdavis1.