It runs down her neck and chest.
The light fabric of her dress.
At the hard dry dirt, that coats her feet and legs.
The summer sun, it feels like a hot lover on her dark skin.
The cool water across the way.
Aching to be engulfed.
She lifts her face upward to the sun.
She thrives in the heat.
Through her body.
Her damp-clinging dress.
Herself in the water and Sun.