The
heat waves
this morning for weather
we have the
blast of steel
city
with the furnaces unshielded
it is a BOS in my garden
making steel from billets
pouring into channels where the beds
go now
we take the boats of bark
hard and heavy
roof them
over roots the tomato
that never made it
for Christmas
make dark caves see
the skinks run to shelter
the air raid siren
a
persistent tenor
reconnaissance cicada
calling summer on
summer needs no encouragement
ReplyDeleteit rolls over us, the first front of the war, each and every year, calamity and ashes.
ReplyDeletethe heat is waving to me yet again
ReplyDeleteI've already had enough of the summer conflict this season, I await the appeasement of rain - if ever......
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