8.26
brown blades fan overhead
skimming pale gasps to fend
the heat.
summer warming has come
with vengeance and my pasty
white quails
slathered in sunscreen.
they lauded a day at the
beach when I went excited
as a child
my wool bathing suit itching,
sand filling and scouring, while
the frozen Atlantic
made a mockery of trying
to flee the naked burning
sands.
sun, sorcery, and failings of truth
now fill our world, as we flee
the warming.
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