a heat that freezes
still as a photograph
like a sleeping dog
in the dog days
down south it is dry
dust devils swirl
in desiccated fields
flies bang the screen
life pushes itself
deep into the shade
beneath the oaks
a snake hole hides
a heat that freezes
calls for lemonade
an old man squints
and wags a paper fan
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