a hazy light
hangs in stiffling
Southern air
the long, lazy
summer days
keep rolling by
slowly, sticky bodies
dance to the songs of
sparrows and woodpeckers
being blown through
the lonely willow, who
hangs his head low
in the front yard
from pounding heat,
leaves sun-dried
fish jumping out
of the pond, a break
from boiling water
porch sitting, mosquito
bitten legs crossed and
rocking away
closing eyes, see
burnt memories blaze
in my mind as
August lingers
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