Toward the Sons of St. Augustine Statue in Summer

It was cooler here in the covered archway,

Protected from a ruthless sun

And shirt-soaking sticky wet air.

A voice whispered, “Linger here, what’s your hurry?”

But, I was drawn toward the light ahead,

Like some moth to a seductive flame.

Seeking clearer sight in spite of

Sun’s summer fury

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