heat wave weaving sky
keeping away my eye
i stayed beneath tree
watching cars pass me
i whistle to ease warm
breeze mimicks softly
i smile, wish for rain
day almost to an end
i will wait tomorrow
when temps would be low
i have my hat wrap
with cold wet towel
dragon fly trying to
hitch for short walk
to my baking old car
i look at her eyes
unknown which is looking
i put water on my palm
i let her sip some
she flew to her freedom
am touched i help someone
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