Nothing Of

            Hot, hotter; and I'm looking at the how. Hot, hotter; and I'm taking smaller steps. Still, I'm taking steps. Looking past the hard roads of heat that seek to wreck me. Past the circumstances that try to dictate my hope; here I hope. 

           Hot, hotter; listening in the humidity. Hot, hotter; and I'm wondering how to express. Still, I'm writing something; in small steps I'm writing. Looking past the grandiose results and embracing those little moments, even in the heat, where I look at an old road near some old store and wonder what I could create in words from what I know nothing of. 

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