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| Out of a sudden wind to recover |
has yet to reach its
zenith, shaded by a tree, my
coffee’s barely lukewarm and
will not grow cold today.
Already flies are directionless,
lazy. Barely a breeze ruffles the
leaves without a refreshing caress.
My potato plant wilts in the
morning heat, full sun still to drain
water from its leaves. Muffled thunder
merely suggests respite from rain;
a passing puff of white scatters
a dozen raindrops here and there
In the chill
of a coffee shop, chatter avoids
talk of the weather, the heat, when
it will change, when walking quickly
is safe, but grandchildren, movies, history
food, anything but the heat that stifles
conversations and one step at a time.
“Weather forecast for tonight: dark.”
~ George Carlin
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