Deep Summer
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then stop
nostrils singed by scalded air
too hot and thick to breathe
haltingly
I fill my lunges
to bake them in sustaining breath
this inferno to endure
skin weeps
salted droplets trace my spine
baste my neck
gather in the hollow
of my labored chest
hesitant in its struggle
bitter beads bloom and seep
from beneath the smother
of matted soak —
ooze down fevered slope
into my eyes
…and sting
molten sphere in steaming sky
glares down
incessant
energy expires
desires evaporate
thoughts grow sticky
coated in midday
tasks at hand
plans to make
will wait
life roils slowly
simmering deep in summer
even dreams are scorched
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rob kistner © 2009