an unfair trade

What do you want, you ask,
and I freeze as I grapple to free myself
from your arresting gaze.

How much, in your currency,
does it take to gain a spot in the shade
a respite from this heat?

When the season changes
maybe I will realize that chasing dreams
is just a waste of time.

~~~

© annie scribes 2017
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