Jun. 17, 2017
Heat
Mercury climbing,
Kira Braun
The shimmering silver hovering;
Thunderheads billow.
Red-winged blackbird
Sways from the top of a tall
Pampas grass frond, almost too heavy.
His shrill song rings out,
The crickets stridulate at dusk,
Cicadas whirring.
Our pace is slowed;
The heat is too much,
Eyelids close.
When long shadows come,
We will emerge,
And breathe in the cool air.
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