The heat will break but not before it breaks us. We do not acknowledge dreams of that blizzard from collective childhood memories, the world suspended like an insect in arctic amber… that urge for the silence right before snow falls
forgetting that silence terrifies us.
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Lean in
Late August leans in, burns the gills grown
in a sweaty July. The garden groans.
Let the yard grow; it’s a slow death
give the crab grass it’s moment
under the excitement of an unrelenting sun.
another Fool’s Autumn
the air doesn’t smell right
the colors at sunset
still burn summer
appreciate the respite
soak in the cool morning breeze