8/31/12
August sits heavy over this town,
making my feet hit dull and leaden
onto the cracked tarmac street.
The orange leaves curl like
worried parents to protect moisture
exiting veins to midrib. The heat
coruscates everywhere: a car's hood,
an empty crosswalk, the evaporating
rivulets from a just-watered lawn.
As it wanes, as the days cool
we find ourselves outside with
outstretched arms, pleading for its
heat, its weight to return. Yearning
for its fatherly arm draped
over our shoulders.
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