Smoothie - Rac7hel

June 
makes for a sticky, thick afternoon.
Flushed and near fainting,
we sweat and swoon
under the stifling summer 
sun.
Just one hour in,
and we’re sickly and pale
from the still of the air,
suffocating and stale.

One foot in front of the other, 
we trudge,
with ankles as buggy as the air is muggy
and lungs as reluctant to budge.

And the last of our breath
will be smothered to death
by the long hours passed
in the wild high grass
if we don’t make it out of here soon.

But we’ve done this before and we know how to fight it.

Smoothies.
Icy, delicious and lively--
Crushed to a slush of sweet juices and fruit,
Quaff the solution and stand up, astute!
Reawakened by frozen bananas and kiwi,
strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries,
vitamins, ice,
antioxidants, life--
pureed into yogurt and slurped through a straw,
‘til our bodies can sigh and our lungs can guffaw.

A splash on the dog days
and fuel survive it.
‘Smooth’ doesn’t even begin to describe it.

The End

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