SPELL

The heat
inside. . .

the windows ope. . .

the dark,

the faintest draft,

the fat and waxing moon
that looms. . .

the crickets
gentle plenty chirping song—

ALL RIGHT! All right!- it’s beautiful–
and not so very “warm” as ’twas,

but after days
of heavy, record heat and sweat
and flattening,

I sure do hope
some truly cooler time
is coming soon.

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