August

Reflections on a midday in the peak of sizzling summer.

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August!

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I inhale
then stop

nostrils singed
by scalded air
too hot and thick
to breathe

a heat to suffocate

haltingly
I fill my lunges
yet again
to bake them
in sustaining breath
this oven to endure

skin weeps
emblazened

salted droplets
baste my neck
trace my spine
to irritate

to saturate

to gather in the hollow
of my labored chest
hesitant in its struggle

brackish beads
bloom and seep
from beneath the smother
of matted soak
atop my head

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to ooze their way
down fevered slope
into my eyes
and sting

bittering my lips

glaring sphere
in steaming sky
smirks
crackles

bears down
imposing

tasks at hand
plans to make
all will wait

energy expired
exhaustion’s odor
permeates

thoughts sticky
synapses coated
in humid midday

where are the rains
of quenching april

questions evaporate
desires are vaporized
even dreams are scorched

life roils slowly
simmering in august

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rob kistner © 2007