The leaves on a willow tree sweep the sand on sugar beach,
like the sugar high I get before our bodies intertwine.
I remember the heat, the way empty lounge chairs under pink umbrellas told stories of mid-day, mid-week melodies.
News reports call for a thunderstorm by Friday twilight,
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Leah, such a great write...................................................
Wow! Great poetry, Leah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.