In Egypt
The golden, sticky summer
Hangs
Heavy-limbed
Languid
Crawling
Spider-thin
Fire breaks out
The sun
That crushing orange ember
Dips
Turning the sea into liquid mercury
The boiling point is reached
Heat rises
Mirages struggle
Caught in the old, decaying net of these hills
A pyramid in the sea
Egypt's ancient sands
Have melted into molten glass
-Kim
Two States, Hannah
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