109 degrees this afternoon
no clouds no hint of rain
only waves of heat
breaking over the wheat fields
now in mid july shorn dry
pool water like warm seltzer
ac wheezes and strains
lava breezes skillet sidewalk
they don’t dare touch
sweat trailing their shadows
separately they imagine igloo
roaring fire fumbling of furs
onto a dark icy floor
bodies moving toward warmth
on the longest, coldest night
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