by Kevin T McEneaney
When it gets hotter than hot in the shade,
and even the leaves are drooping, crying
for a drop of water from the heavens
as the ground cracks open zigging patterns,
the once-surging stream halts still, whispering
“Am I evaporating to nothing?”
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Insects then flock into hiding places,
usually burrowing into deep ground,
or whither under the blazing heat dome….
The thought of accomplishing anything
vanishes in a wave of lethargy.
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We pray with the birds and squirrels
for a cooling nighttime breeze of relief!
Dreaming of a blue cloud is a pleasure!
