This Heat

Paul Smith

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A sharp contrast
Clumps of whitened grass by the marsh
Frosted at the joins
Paving takes on the look of boiled sweets

Soft plastic tied into bows
Skin past the ages of the boat
Our limitations are abundantly clear
No one's sure how to fill in the gaps

The hit grips you by the throat
Wires criss-cross overhead
Search for bargains on the market stalls
Too much money for your own good

Lines begin
To familiarise the surface of your skin
They spider 'round
To emphasise the magic of your grin

Open-air rides for two
They're passed me by all my life
Our limitations are abundantly clear
No-one's sure how to fill in the gaps

The heat grips you by the throat
Smog forming overhead
Fruit glistens on the market stalls
Too much money for your own good

Some get to the finish line at a quicker pace
The point is how and why you are the race