Oasis

laughter clings to fac(ad)es
on riddled summer city streets,
cascades in slow motion
(to cellphone chirps and
whiffs of lemon scones),
settles
on the bridge of my nose &
ripples
in echoes
through my styrofoam cup.

i cut myself a piece of humid air
and breathe through watery pearls,
as my bare feet
sizzle
on asphalt.

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