Fresh

We are heavy with heat
With exhaustion bearing down
But we climb the hill
With legs we didn’t know we had

In the shade we dismount
Climb into the trees
With feet lusting for lake water
We meet up with the shore

A new day begins at noon
As we slip our sweat sweetly off
Diving into the rocky bottomed
Clear-as-sky freshwater bath.

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