Write four lines of prose about: the recluse.
So hot. Brain all melty.
Going to the farmers market with 24 crates of nectarines, 12 crates of apples, 6 crates of peaches, 22 pints and 11 quarts of blackberries.
Hopefully long weekend make good.
Night night now.
I've heard the raucous bells on Christmas Day. I've seen the gaudy fireworks on New Year's Eve. I've smelled the sickly sweet roses on Valentine's Day.
Go on and enjoy them, if you must... just leave me be.