AkabaneRowsdowe’s review published on Letterboxd:
JULY, MIAMI
They’re talking about how hot it is.
The loudest people you have ever heard
always with something to say
suddenly go quiet
when that breeze rolls in.
It’s been hot.
It’s always hot,
but the breeze feels good.
All the commotion,
all the competing,
all the people hitting just so they don’t get hit,
suddenly go quiet
when that breeze rolls in.
It’s been hot.
It’s always hot,
but the breeze feels good.
They must feel like, if they keep talking,
they might miss it.
They might miss the chance to know that
something
anything
has come from somewhere else
to way down here.
Their fearful, restless minds
suddenly go quiet
when that breeze rolls in.
It’s been hot.
It’s always hot,
but the breeze feels good.
Out where it’s dark,
they can fall back and float
The water’s cool enough, on its own.
They don’t have anything to defend, anymore.
They’re in the middle of the world.
That feels good.
